Dreamweaver

The power to create Dreamworlds

Chapter 1 by CandidBandit CandidBandit

I couldn't tell if I was still asleep or not. I wish I was because its so damn dark. In fact it was so completely dark I was beginning to wonder if my eyes were even open.

I tried to touch my face to make certain, but nothing happened. Nothing moved. In fact, I couldn't feel my hand at all. I couldn't feel anything. No arms, no legs, no nothing. I had no sensation of my body whatsoever.

After realizing that fact I noticed that I couldn't tell which way was down either.

I started to panic.

... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster up the energy to panic, or to be scared or, well, anything really.

What the hell was going on here? If I'm dreaming then it's a pretty shitty dream. Am I dead? Is this limbo or something? Couldn't be heaven. No clouds. Or pearly gates.

Hell maybe? Purgatory? Wait, isn't that for babies. The unbaptized kind? I think that's what I heard from someone, somewhere... Whatever. I don't know much about religion.

Anyway, this sucks.

Your not dead.

I jumped at the sound of the disembodied voice. At least, I think I jumped...

No body remember?

"Who's there?" I said. My own voice coming out calmer than I thought it would. And how in the bloody baby purgatory did I say anything if I didn't have a body?

You are in the place between the waking world and the world of Dreams. Much is possible here. You only need to will it.

"Okaaaaay...." Not the answer I was expecting. Wasn't expecting to be mind-read either. Plus I asked who was there, not where I was. That question was definitely on the list though. Or, rather, not anymore since he-- she? It? It already answered that question.

"Umm, so... Why am I here?" This being my third question on the list.

You are here because you willed it. This place can only be reached by those with the ability to come here, or with the help of an aid.

"Ability? Aid? What do you mean?" I asked. Is this some kind of super power? Kinda lame.

Some are born with the latent talent to walk the Dreamworld while they sleep. Others must use objects of power pressed to their skin as the sleep to access the worlds of Dream.

I didn't know what to make of that. Latent talent? I couldn't do this before. Is it like puberty in that it only hits you in your teens? Am I gunna get dream acne?

... No answer. Well, its too late for that since I'm eighteen already. So, if its not ability then maybe its whatever this aid thingy is. What did I do recently that might account for this bizarre experience.

Let's see. I woke up. Did my morning routine. Then breakfast. Gloried in the fact that it was the weekend, so no school. Lazed around for a few hours playing games what not. The Dad asked for help cleaning up his office. Was going through a few boxes organizing some papers and found--

What did I find?

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