Introduction
Yawning, I yelled up to Mom "I'm going to bed!" and walked into my room. Pulling my shirt up over my head and tossing it onto the floor, I stepped into my bathroom and began brushing my teeth. Left, right, left, right. I became so engrossed in the hypnotic repetition that I stood there, brushing my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror as my mirror image brushed his teeth, that I brushed for well over five minutes. Coming to my senses, I spat, washed out my mouth, and proceeded to take out my contacts and put on my glasses. This done, I walked back into my room, stripped down to my boxers, and hit the lights. Fumbling my way over to my bed the same way I do every night, I put my glasses in their case, crawled into bed, and stepped lightly from my body into my dream…
Chapter 1: The Warehouse
For my first dream, I decided to create a possibility I've been thinking about for a long time. From white space I pulled a warehouse, filled with people (all beautiful people who love and adore me, of course) and set it down not inches from where I stood. A street followed, forming underneath my feet, to roll away into the darkness of midnight. Looking up, I flung stars into the sky. Slowly the stars began to form formations, and not just the ones that are real.
Sure, the Big and Little Dippers are up there, near Orion, but also a few that I created. For example, three stars slightly spread out with a fourth star jutting out to the left forms Orion's Crossbow. After I finished the sky, I continued with the land. On the street I tossed lampposts, benches, and a few wastebaskets. On the still white space on either side of the street I put grass, a lake here, a copse of trees there, until all the white space had been filled, and I was surrounded by a very real Dreamscape. To add a finishing touch, I turned toward the warehouse and stretched it, so it was three stories high instead of two. Smiling to myself, I clothed myself in a pair of Vans, no socks, loose-fitting blue jeans, a slightly loose white T-shirt that said Dubonet on the back, a black bowling shirt with the number 13 tattooed largely on the back, and a black hat that said evil. on the front. This done, I turned my hat so I was wearing it backwards with a slight mental twist. I learned that little trick from The Matrix, in that scene where the little bald kid said that it's not the spoon that moves, but your mind.
Allowing myself another smile, I formed a coke in front of me, grabbed it, popped the top, took a sip, and stepped inside the warehouse. Immediately I was greeted by the site of the afore-mentioned beautiful people (some from my real life, some made up out of bits of various female pop stars) waving to me from all over the dance floor and sitting area. Still smiling, I waved back at all of them, calling some by there real names in my real life, making up names for others, that they of course accepted. Walking over to the sitting area, I sat down on a couch (black) next to a gorgeous redhead who was strikingly similar in looks as to a girl I'd been trying to get the attention of for quite some time, with no luck.
