This is a totally ridiculous and VERY WIERD story based on a dream that I had. It could never happen and was written due to popular demand. Don’t blame me for the bizilion loose ends and unexplained happenings. After all, it is basically a dream that’s been written down. The names of my classmates that appeared in this dream have not been mentioned for my protection. Almost all the characters are products of Firekatkim’s Subconscious Mind, Inc., and I’m not making any money so don’t sue me. Also, please Email me any comments at firekatkim@hotmail.com, or just use the msg board. --------------------------- The Dream Chronicles: Part I The Blue Blob --------------------------- The group of people and sprites fled down the long hallway of the space station, fear surging through their hearts. Fear of what, they could not say. All they knew was that *something* was coming to get them. They stopped in front of the three tall windows and beheld a terrifying sight: flaming pieces of the space station falling through a flaming atmosphere onto a flaming earth. Adrenaline and fear overwhelmed them . They ran toward the room at the end of the infinitely long hall. They had to decide soon. The woman, Shane, stopped in just in front of the door. She frowned and closed her eyes in deep thought. She was, in that moment, infinitely beautiful. Her pale blue skin and silver hair shone like the moon against the clouds, despite the shimmery web scars. Her eyes slanted gently upward, like those of a pixie, or wolf. Her silver and gold armor glinted, splaying light in all directions. The other sprite, so much like her, yet so different, thought that perhaps she was an angel. The others, all humans, saw only a tall, thin girl deep in thought. The moment lasted forever, never ending, through life, through death, through time itself. Then she reached a decision. They entered the room. There were two doors and two beds. A girl and one of the boys knelt on one bed, while the other two boys climbed on the other one. The two sprites braced themselvs against the doors, one door each; the man, Bob, at the first, Shane at the other. THOOM! The sprites ware sent flying as a blue mass hurled through the door, splattering against the foot of one of the beds. An annoying voice, high-pitched but definably male shrieked, "I told you so!" from the bathroom. Then... RRRUUUUUMMMMMMBBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! The entire room began to vibrate, more, then more and moreandMORE! The sprites, sprawled in front of the door, were terrified by the blue blob that came flying through the passageway adjoining their hall, then hesitated as it came to the corner, then came rushing at them with the speed and power of a hypersonic missile. It smashed into Shane like a gentile wave. It was warm, its touch soft. It flowed around her and her brother like a rippling, comforting tide, burring her in its warmth. But she knew nothing but terror and the desperation to escape. She burst through the tempting blue lava, searching for a way to escape. She never found it. "These are mysterious times" Sash! --------------------------- This is the second part of the Dream Chronicles. It is another fic based on a dream I had. It makes no sense at all, so naturally it is the most interesting. The first part is really weird, but it has nothing to do with ReBoot. KEEP READING!!! It does involve ReBoot later on. Names have been changed for my protection. --------------------------- The Dream Chronicles: Part II The Virus in the Bathroom --------------------------- There was a pond, full of reeds and slime. In it was an alligator. We moved the alligator to our bathroom. She turned into a human and laid eggs in our toilet. Time passed. The eggs hatched into human babies. Then a *something* killed the alligator lady. either that or she disappeared. The small room in the bathroom was filled with the wails of babies and evil hissings. We knew that we had to save the children. We opened the door. HISSRROOOAAAARRRRR!!! The *something* leaped out at us. It was a virus. Thin, lithe, tall, wild, fierce, primitive. Claws. A feral snarl. Nothing. The door had been closed. Rian sank to the floor in relief. How are we going to defeat this thing? he asked me. I shrugged as I caught my reflection in the mirror. Tanned skin, amber eyes, long wavy sunkissed brown hair. A navy blue uniform polo T-shirt over a pale peachy mauve long sleeve with glittering lavender fire designs down the sleeves. But I was different. Rounder, more robust, stronger. I don’t know. I replied. It’s a virus. We need a guardian. They never found one. "We live in mysterious times" Sash! --------------------------- This is yet another Dream Chronicle. I don’t remember much of this one, only emotions and scenery, so it will be partly made up. Nobody had names, so I don’t have to change any. --------------------------- The Dream Chronicles: Part III The Water-Pool --------------------------- Fear. A walkway. A water-pool. Splash. I’m a water-sprite. Like AndrAIa. Except with a fin. The water is dark. And light. And dark. I try to get out. I’m pushed back in. I see a water sprite like me. Except she looks like AndrAIa. She is me. We struggle to get out. We can see the walkway. And the bottom of the water-pool. Fear. Please let me out! She never got out. "Counting the hours and days until the end of all time" Sash! --------------------------- This is the final Dream Chronicle. It isn’t based on a dream, but instead culminates the other three. --------------------------- The Dream Chronicles: Part IV The Rhythm --------------------------- Warm. Wild. Fear. Warm wild fear warm wild fear warmwildfearWARMWILDFEAR! Ghosts of voices: I need a way out! I need a guardian! I need air! We need salvation! The voices screamed through my mind, never letting me rest. We need an ending! The voice of inspiration! The perfect story! So I write. And write. And write. Three dreams, three stories. Inspiration! It makes no sense until all is said and done, then it is clear as the most perfect diamond. Then the endings came... Bob doesn’t hesitate. He raised his hands and shot an energy orb into the ceiling, which promptly exploded. Everyone climbed onto the roof. They hear screams from the other end of the house. Bob blows a hole in the roof where the wailing was coming from. There’s a virus in there says a girl. Simple says Shane. She goes into the small room, blows up the virus and comes out with the babies. No. That’s too convenient. Not flowing enough. Not mysterious in the least. I try another one... Shane opened her eyes. Everything was blue. *Am I DEAD?!* she thought as she remembered the events that had taken place. She tried to move, and found that it was like swimming. No. No good plot. Very pointless. Too stereotype. So I try again... *NO!* Liana’s scream rose over the roar of the blue lava filling the room. But Shane and Bob didn’t dissolve in a rush of flames as she expected. *SHATTER* one of the glass windows broke under the pressure. Liana jumped into the blue goo, following the flow that carried her friends out of the room and into the back yard. No. That just isn’t *right*. It’s rarely *right*. But that’s OK, because this is my dream. Being an author. Writing stories that everyone reads. And what better way to end the Dream Chronicles than with my one true dream? ---------------------------