"OW!" That... hold on a tic.
"Wait." I sound normal... too normal.
"Am I unconscious?" Must've hit a tree or a telephone pole or something.
"Yeah." Okay, who said that? It's dark and I can't see.
"Hello?" The lights came on. Everything looks normal, I'M back to normal, this must have been one long dream.
That is, save for the fact that I felt that pole/tree/mailbox hit me square in the face.
Then there's the fact that I never remember any of my dreams.
I'm also in a field divided in half by an enormous glass wall. Should have mentioned that first. Priorities. Where to then?
"You talk to yourself sometimes too?"
"Only when I-WAIT WHERE ARE YOU?" She's everywhere and nowhere!
"You should look up more."
Dare I?
Oh, I dare. I look up and see Screwball (well, that tears it. it wasn't a dream.)walking up the enormous wall between us.
"How are you doing that?" Seriously, I can't be the only one wondering this.
"However I want, it's a dream."
"I always thought that you just blacked out when you got knocked unconscious."
"Apparently not." She hops down off the wall. "So, What brings you to this lovely field on this fine day. wait..." Just then, it begins raining shredded cheese only on her side of the wall."Now it's a fine day."
"I don't know, I hit... like a tree or something... and just kinda woke up here." I think about how much it would suck if it started raining. Speak of the devil..."Fantastic."
"Hey (or hay, i dunno), why is yours just boring old rain?"
"I guess I'm just not that creative." The raindrops hitting my head were annoying to say the least, but, being a dream, I didn't feel cold or anything. Just hopeless. What would my parents say? My friends? My sister? My dad'll never let me hear the end of this. As for the others... they'll probably call me a nerd. Or gay. Given the town I live in, probably the latter. I'm... no, that's too easy. I'm outta luck. There, that works.
"I have Two VERY important things I need to tell you. First, get used to having me around, 'cause from here we only get closer. Second, I don't think he can turn it off so wat-
Something in my mouth. Pillow. Not my pillow. Whose car is this? Where are we going? Who's driving? Oh, no. NOT YOU!