I woke with a start, in a cold sweat; I realized I was shaking violently. After calming my self down I glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed it was 6:00 only one hour till I had to get up to get ready for school. I figured I’d surprise my mom and be ready before then; I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. So I let my unwilling arms push me out of my warm bed. I stumbled to the other side of my room hoping my jeans were clean. I found them lying, folded on top of my dresser. I pulled off my four sizes-to-big pajama shirt and put on my blue t-shirt and jeans. My name is Dakota, Dakota Jameson, I’m fifteen…in a month.
As I brushed my teeth I thought about my dream that scared me so much. It was a strange dream there was a bat that was attracted to honey not blood, a snail that had a shell on armor, A paramedic Centaur, a bird called The Winged Warrior, A deadly dwarf, a dragon of destruction, and warrior giant, but what really caught my attention was a microscopic glob that when angry grew so big a Mack truck looked like an ant next to it. The thing was trying to destroy the other animals. I don’t know why this dream scared me so much, but I was about to find out. I finished brushing my teeth I was a bit more awake now but it was not enough. So I leaned down to my sink and turned on the water, I splashed myself in the face and felt a wave of shock run through my body, I was now awake.
I half heartedly pounded down the stairs my book bag slung over one shoulder. I walked into the kitchen and poured my self a bowl of Cheerios nearly missing. I ate slowly as to waist the extra time I created for myself. Just as I finished my cereal my mom came in dragging her feet she wore her white fuzzy bathrobe that had her company logo on it, she worked for Meybohm reality, she also had on a pair of dark green slippers. She looked like a worn angel, she looked over at me, surprised she straitened up and cleared her throat “sweetie” she said “what are you doing up so early” I shrugged and said “I don’t know, just couldn’t sleep” she just nodded and turned to make some coffee. Smells of coffee beans filled the kitchen.
Once we were both up and semi-awake it was time to go. So our reluctant legs carried us to my moms Toyota Camry. We drove in silence besides the sounds of the engine roaring. We pulled up to my school, McDafiney high. Out on the front lawn all the cheerleaders were over in their corner ‘practicing’ their cheers, or in other words trying to impress the football players. Then there was all the normal people, as I was pondering this first bell rang so I headed to homeroom. I walked into class and went to my seat in the back of the class. This is the part were most people say ‘and sat down behind my friend’ but the thing is I have no friends I’m a loner its hard and sometimes I wish I could just run away and start over.
When I looked up I saw Mrs. Zane, a middle aged woman with long brown hair and blue eyes, looking at me she, almost looked sad. Grammar was a long class I didn’t understand most of it, when the bell rang I grabbed all my books and headed for the door as was about to leave I heard my name I spun around on my heals to Mrs. Zane and said “Yes Mrs. Zane”, she looked at me and said “You are failing Grammar and you need to bring up your grade or I’ll have to hold you back’. I was not surprised by this because I am not very enthusiastic about English, but I try my hardest. I went through the day normally, for lunch I had a salad with some Root Beer, and then came history. When class started I was looking around the room at all the armor, swords, and spears. The room didn’t look like a school room it looked more like a library, it had books piled all over the room, and some so tall they touch the ceiling.
Mr. Gibbs our teacher walked in he’s an older man, but he is very nice and kind of mysteries. He lectured the class on The Civil War after he finished he gave us homework to work on for the rest of class. Well one of the boys in the third row of seats was stamping his foot impatiently Mr. Gibbs got wide eyed and told him to stop but it was to late, a huge glob thing grew from were the boys foot had been only seconds ago, it was a bone chilling. The thing smelled like old tuna that was wrapped in gym socks and thrown in a bucket of dung times ten, had unnaturally razor sharp teeth and it had armor (as if it needed any) made of bone and metal it. I recognized it immediately it was the glob from my dream. I blinked fast and looked again, so this wasn’t another dream this was real. Everyone was screaming and running around the school Mr. Gibbs and I were the only ones not screaming me because I was thinking, him I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t going to wait around to find out. I grabbed the sword from the suit of armor and subconsciously started going at the monster it bellowed a teeth chattering roar and turned towards me a large slimy hand passed behind me destroying pile after pile of books its hand came around and grabbed Mr. Gibbs. I yelled “Hey slim ball” and tried to clank around the sword to get its attention but nothing worked. I was very angry now, full of rage I charged at the beast write as I was about to stab it with the sword, the part I tried it stab dissolved and I fell through the hole on to the floor and there I was in a little hollow, I realized that I was in the stomach of the glob. As I helplessly, sat in my little hollow I looked around and thought about Mr. Gibbs what would I do? I threw the sword down in frustration it melted write through the monster so I thought ether it couldn’t stand aluminum or just metal. I was thinking hard now I finally thought of something, I tore the button off my jeans and held it up to the monsters skin and it melted. I repeatedly did this until I reached the heart of the thing; I was semi surprised it had one. I took the button and shoved it into the heart as hard as I could. Suddenly I had a sensation of falling and that’s all I remember. The next time I opened my eyes I was staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. I was dazed and confused, and my head felt like it had been through the spin cycle of a washing machine. I looked around curious of my surroundings, I saw my mother in the corner of the room in a chair asleep. I thought about what had happened back at my school, I told my mom about it and she told me I just needed more sleep. I knew I had to talk to Mr. Gibbs, so when I got home I eagerly looked him up in the phonebook. As I dialed his number I thought of a million questions I wanted to ask him. He did not answer his phone, I tried every way I new of to get in touch with him, nothing. It was like he disappeared off the face of the earth. So my life went on but I always kept a sharp eye out for him because for some reason I just knew he was still out there. I still had the dreams and he was in them one day as I was walking out the door to go to school I swear I saw a little snail with a shell of armor, but it was gone before I got a closer look. Then I knew my world of dreams is real, I know I am The Dreamer.
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