Real Dreams?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

I got a bit sleepy and slowly my head got heavier and heavier, until the point I fel asleep. When my head hit the table I woke up, shooting up straight in my chair.
The class was empty. I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater. When I opened them the class was still empty. I stood up allowing myself to take a better look around the class room. There were vines everywhere. Plants had grown out of the window into the class room. It's almost as if I woke up in the future...

Dreaming

 

“Open your books at page three-hundred, please.” The history teacher. One of the most boring teachers in school. Not only does he talk really slow, he's also really old and understands nothing about technology and the modern youth.

“Psst... Jonathan.” That's Eric. He's a show off. No one likes him, but me -being me- can't help but be nice to him. Let's find out what he wants...

“What's up?” I whisper to him. “Can you even read that handwriting of his? Because I can't.” I move my head towards the white-board and look at what the teacher has written down. Shit. Eric's right... I never noticed until now, but his handwriting looks like the swiggle lines cartoons always have to signify there's text written there. “You're right man... I hadn't even noticed until now.”

I continued to listen to the teacher. I got a bit sleepy and slowly my head got heavier and heavier, until the point I fel asleep. When my head hit the table I woke up, shooting up straight in my chair.

The class was empty. I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater. When I opened them the class was still empty. I stood up allowing myself to take a better look around the class room. There were vines everywhere. Plants had grown out of the window into the class room. It's almost as if I woke up in the future... But I knew that couldn't be true. I still had pinched myself. It hurt. I sank down on the floor, resting on my knees. My eyes were getting watery. I felt I was about to cry. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I slowly rose up. “Alright, think Jonathan... What should I do first?” I said to myself. “Check my pockets! Of course.” I emptied my pockets on the closest table. The contents were strange, this stuff wasn't in my pockets at the time I fell asleep. My phone was gone, so were my house keys. There was a strange blue rock, which almost looked like a crystal. There was a ring too, a silver ring with strange engravings on it. Lastly there was a small glass bottle. It contained a blue-ish light. There was no light source, though. How could a light exist without source.

Suddenly there was this loud bang, the ground started to shake. I started getting dizzy. I sunk unto the floor, feeling like I was about to pass out. I held my head in my hands. The world around me slowly got darker and darker, until it was conpletely black. Am I dead? No. I wasn't dead, not yet. I could hear a voice. It sounded like Eric's voice. I was calling me. I started to feel things again. The weight of the air, the weight of my limbs, Eric's hand on my right shoulder. Wait. I can feel his hand! I tried to open my eyes. I couldn't. I kept trying and trying, until finally I opened them. Slowly but surely my eyes opened. Blinded by the light from the sun I couldn't see anything. Slowly I got my vision back. And there I was. Back in the old classroom. Everyone here, going about their bussiness. The teacher, the students... Everyone.

“Hey! You alright? Class ended, we can go home.” The tone in Eric's voice was almost caring. “I-I'm fine... Let's go.” I said, my voice sounded like sandpaper. Dry and rough.

On the trip home I couldn't stop thinking about what happend in history class. I always walked home with Eric since he lives down the street from me. We're practically neighbors. Usually we talked, but now we were silent. Not an uncomfortable and dead silence, but a friendly and respecting silence. I could see Eric knew I wasn't in the mood for talking right now. And he was right. All could think right now was: was that real? What was I doing there? Why was I there? Nothing of what happend made any sense to me. The only possible explaination I could think of was lucid dreaming. I read about it somewhere. It's basicly controlled dreaming, you know you are dreaming so you can control the dream. But, this was nothing like what they described a dream would be like. In dreams there is usually something different or missing. Like having eight fingers on one hand or not having hands at all. But in my 'dream' everything was there. Besides that, you usually don't remember a dream or very little of it. I remember everything. From the wind in the air to the cloth of my clothes on my body.

 

- Work in Progress


Submitted: September 17, 2015

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Ryan K. Mallegni

This reminds me of times I would fall asleep in class when I was in high school. I had some funky dreams due to sleep deprivation lol. Interesting read. Keep going with this. This could manifest into a neat sci-fi or horror story. Maybe even fantasy.

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