Dreams
He
got up from the crinkled black sheets and threw the uncomfortably stiff pillows
on the floor. He had always hated those pillows, but they were given to him by
his mother, so he used them out of kindness. His mother was never really the
greatest at giving gifts; in fact, she was most likely the worst the boy, Dave,
knew. It was the thought that really counted though, so that was cool.
Had
everything he had just witnessed and been a part of been some wacked up dream?
Had that stupid game that caused the apocalypse been just a figment of his
imagination? What about all the friends he had made, and all the friends he had
lost? What about Jade? Did Dave’s bubbly genius friend that maybe or maybe not
had the ability to see the future really die? If it was all a dream, is Jade
alive? Is Jade even real? What about everyone else?
Maybe
he was dreaming right now. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions. Maybe Jade’s
death drove him to insanity. The world, no, the universe had ended, or at least
that was what had happened in his ‘dream’? He remembered in the beginning how
his friend John had been transported to that weird dark cloudy place, totally
not cool. The n his friend Rose had almost burned to death because of a fire
caused by one of the meteorites that had doomed the world to ruin.
He
had to stop acting so crazy and paranoid. It could have all possibly been a
terrible dream. A dream that he’ll laugh off when he tells his friends about
it, and Rose would probably find some weird deep meaning of the dream,
revealing that he had been a chicken in his previous life. His friends are
probably waiting downstairs for him like they did before everything went
terrible. He trudged downstairs to see what had awaited him.
