The Ratava

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.