A Dream Come True

by majic

A Dangerous Encounter

It was a cool crisp morning and sun shone brightly outside. Rays of light penetrated the window and began warming Derek’s bedroom. Derek awoke slowly rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning as he stretched in his chair. “Damn, I must have been tired.” He said as he rose from his chair and made his way to the bathroom. Splashing some water on his face to drive away the final feeling of drowsiness he then headed downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured himself a glass. Glancing around the house he wondered why it was so quiet. His dad was usually at work by now, but his mom should be home. Suddenly he spotted a note on the kitchen island. Putting down his glass he grabbed the note and began reading…

“Hey son, I thought I would leave you this note thinking you might forget about your dad and me leaving for Colorado. There are some frozen dinners in the freezer and some money in your desk for you to go out to eat (try to at least pick Subway and not Olive Garden haha). We love you and will see you in three weeks!”
“Right…Three weeks to myself then.” He said before taking another drink. Looking at the clock, it read 8:17 am.

“Well it’s too early to go anywhere and I doubt there is anything on T.V. Wonderful, three more weeks of this will be amazing.” He said slightly frustrated. Finishing his orange juice and setting his glass in the sink he then headed back to his room. Opening the door and kicking some clothes out of the way he sat down at his desk and “woke” his computer from its’ “sleep” mode. Pulling his music software he began listening to a track he had been working on for the past week. Turning around he glanced thoughtfully at his stereo and speakers, watching as the bass made the speakers move to the beat. Turning back to his screen he started browsing Facebook.

“Same shit, different day. Why is my life so damn boring?” Frustrated he jumped to his bed and continued considering the music, wondering what he should do with the track next. He thoughts drifted from music to work and then to his dreams. The dreams of the past several weeks flooded into his head. He kept dreaming about this DJ, but it wasn’t just an ordinary DJ. She was a pony DJ. He’d been seeing her life play out like episodes every night. It had been driving him crazy for weeks, but last night was the worst, it was more of a nightmare than a dream. The pony was hurt, or at least he thought she was. She’d free fell in an elevator risking her life to save others. He was sure she was hurt if not dead. How could anything survive that?

“Why am I thinking about this? I must be going nuts. I’m dreaming about horses…or ponies or whatever! It sounds like something a little girl would do.” Just as he was quietly condemning himself he heard a large thump outside his window.

“What the hell?” Jumping from his chair he nimbly ran down the stairs. Reaching the bottom he headed in the direction he believed the sound came from, the deck. Opening the sliding glass door to the deck slowly stuck his head out the door and looked around. Seeing nothing he slowly went down the stairs to his right. The house was surrounded by thick woods on three sides of the house with a small dirt road in the front overlooking a valley. Having no neighbors within 500 yards meant no one else would’ve heard the crash, or anything for that matter. Walking around the deck he peered through the small trees and bushes his mother had planted to cover the underneath of the deck. Seeing nothing in the dark space he continued to walk down the small hill next to the deck. Just as he was about to head inside one of the bushes rustled ever so slightly.
“There you are…” Hesitantly he walked toward a thick grass plant near the corner of the deck. Pushing the plants away he immediately felt himself surrounded by a glowing fog like substance.

“Holy shit!", Just then he was thrown 10 feet into the yard flat on his back. Groaning quietly he tried to get up, but realized he couldn’t. With the wind knocked out of him and an aching head, he really didn’t feel like moving just then anyhow.
“Don’t come near me, I don’t know what you are, but stay away” a strange voice called from a few feet away from him. He couldn’t lift up his head to see what it was nor could he talk because of fall. Moaning in response he could do nothing but lie there, hoping whatever it was wouldn’t kill him.

Comments

[Sounds Right]

When, When is next chapter, tell me please.

[Dawn-Designs-Art]

Love it!

Good work!

[majic]

1300789 I'm not too sure. I've been quite busy with school as of late. I'll try to get some writing done soon though. Cheers and thanks for reading!