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The Dream Keeper (Should I write this???)

Short story By: Yoshie Akira

I've been thinking of writing a story called "The Dream Keeper." I'm not sure if I should or not, so I'm going to rough draft the first chapter and ask if you'd read it...Please be honest!

Submitted:Dec 28, 2011    Reads: 14    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   

The Dream Keeper

What is a dream?

Is it a memory?

No, it's the way your subconscious thinks...

It's your mind connected to the other world...

Other world?

The other world...

I opened my eyes slowly so that they would adjust quickly. I had left the curtains open again, and I had ended up on the hardwood floor once more, legs tangled in my blankets. I brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes and kicked my legs free, then rolled up onto my feet wearily.

My apartment was small, but not too small. I had a sitting room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom, but other than that...Not much. I've never had much, even when growing up. ver since I was born, I'd been left pretty much to myself. I was too troublesome, bothersome, even; too much for an average family to handle. And so I was moved from orphanage to orphange, foster family to foster family. Never adopted.

Of course, I'm in no position to blame them. I know what I am. They may not, but they certainly know I'm not normal.

No normal child would have naturally sharp teeth like mine; eyes like the rainbow. No, I've always known I was different, and understood what was in store for me as far as "destiny."

I am, in Japan, a baku. A dream eater.

I don't literally eat dreams, no. Nothing like that. It's just...well...Actually, no. No, I do eat dreams, literally.

I can't digest human food. I will become sick, like food poisoning. I can only survive on dreams, like a vampire only survives on blood.

That's why I couldn't wait until I turned eighteen, so I could move out and try to start my own life, as normally as I possibly could. I got a job as a janitor at a local public school. That was fine with me, because the children normally ignored me throughout the day, so I could work in peace.

I'm not saying that I don't get lonely. I have feelings like everyone else.

But I can fill the emptiness in my emotions by feasting on certain dreams....If I feel lonely, I can always eat a dream in which one person is dreaming of their true love. If I am sad, there are always happy dreams. I think that eating dreams, makes up for my own lack of dreams. But I don't know what happens to the people whose dreams I eat. That's something I've always wondered.

And another thing I've always wondered: What happens when dreams cannot satisfy my hunger; when there are no dreams left to eat?


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