The Boken Dreamscape

Cemetery Drive

Frankie bolted upright, breathing heavily. He dragged his hand along his forehead, wiping away a full night's worth of sweat. He sighed as he fell into his pillow once more, his arm draped along his face. He remained motionless in white blankets and a red sheet. Sweat poured from his forehead once again, as the memories of his dream were slowly making themselves known. He found himself drifting back to sleep, almost instantaniously after pressing a soft, damp, cloth over his face, his favourite method for a sleepless night.

Frankie's world turned to darkness as his eyelids drifted together, the familliar darkness and feeling of falling overcame him as he dove deeper and deeper into the familliar yet unknown land of his dreams. He never could never anticipate the contents of each dream. But this time it felt, odd. He couldn't shake the feeling of something leading to a dilemma that would prove difficult to overcome. Yet he still ventured further into this land. His breaths becoming deeper and more drawn out the further he went.

Each step filled him with an overriding sense of excitement and fear. Finally, the darkness began to lift, Frankie could see more than half a foot in front of himself. Ahead of him lay a long outstretched road, hiding underneath a thick sheet of oblivion. The only distinguishable features being a dimly lit lap post. There were others However, they'd taken a liking to being powerless and hoarding any kind of light inside their glass prison-like bulbs that hung on the underside of the curve at the peak of each post.

Frankie observed his surroundings. Everything seemed so familliar, yet so different. He could always remember his dreams so vividly. What was wrong here? This wasn't like him, dreaming up something that wasn't completely new.
"What the fuck?" He uttered to himself quietly.

A thin mist rolled in, reminiscent of a thin white cloak whilst a cold sensation pinched at Frankie's exposed arms as his breath began to appear in front of him. He knew this cold feeling; he knew it well. It was like being stranded in a house of wolves, every time. His fingers curled into his palm as he tried to fight the cold but any kind of resistance to the sensation was futile. It was everywhere; there was no escaping it.

"Hello Frankie." Croaked a familliar voice.
Frankie froze in place, almost as if the mist had frozen his joints solid. A singular shudder made it's way down his spine. He shifted his body slightly toward the voice as he bit his lip and closed his eyes. Deep down he knew exctly who was about to greet him, but he refused to accept it, the denial growing more and more with each inch closer to revealing the owner of the deep, croaky voice.

Frankie inched his eyes open; he was greeted by a pale, rugged face. Cuts and scars decorated the face. More notably, there was a rather large and burn across the entire left portion. Frankie let out a loud gasp, trying to comprehend what he was currently gazing upon. It was obvious that this.. thing, didn't belong here.
"W-what the fuck?" Frankie mumbled, "You of all people shouldn't be here"
The figure expressed sadness using nothing more than it's body posture.

Frankie instantly felt a wave if regret over take him and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around it, unsure how to deal with the situation.
"I-i'm sorry" Frankie mumbled "I missed you, ya big lug" Frankie let out a large smlile and the figure proceeded to follow suit.

Frankie's gaze pulled away from the figure to take in his surroundings.
"We're on the wrong side of heaven.." He chuckled, leading it into a deep sigh. The trees that littered the outskirts of the road stood like tall guardians. The willow trees, that were dotted between the almost infinately stretching oak trees, stood like reapers in the darkness, their leaves mimicking thick dark cloaks.

"So Hunter." Frankie inquired "how did you get here?"
Hunter gazed down for a second "Your dreams Frankie.. they're F--" a deep blue bolt shot across the sky, catching the attention of both Frankie and Hunter as a large tear began to form in the sky.
"That." She groaned as she gestured upwards toward the newly formed tear.

The tear began to glisten against the ebony darkness of the sky, as well as forming curved reflections along the wide eyes of Frankie and Hunter. Frankie couldn't help but clench his eyelids together in a state of shock and pain as the aura of the tear was brighter than staring directly into the sun. Frankie rubbed his eyes vigorously, only stopping once they were unbearably sore. He glanced toward his old friend, tears streaming down his face. Hunter stared at the sapphire streak along the pitch black sky, her face illuminated by the flickering glow of the ominous formation above her.

"What now?" Hunter turned her gaze to Frankie, her voice breaking more than usual.
"Honestly.." Frankie paused, "I don't have a clue, one thing I do know; however, is that we should get the hell away from here. Who knows what could come flying out of that thing"
The two friends began to walk into the once solemnly dark forest, their steps in perfect sync. They began to speed up their walk to a gently jog, Frankie running his hands along the rugged stumps for support in an attempt to make sense of his surroundings in the now blinding light.

A second bolt shot across the sky, seemingly from nowhere, this time, a pale white. This time, the sound was reminiscent of a loud thunder clap. Each second that passed, frankie's heart raced faster. His pace increased with each step, Hunter attempting to match it. Soon enough, their sped walking had transformed into a sprint, their legs close to their chest as they bounded over unearthed roots from the guardian like willow trees.
Blood curdling screams could be heard resonating from miles away, the third tear unleashed a holy-like beam of concentrated light directly into Frankie's terrified eyes.