~Nyx~
Dreamworld
I like this place! Calm, soothing, outdoors. I lean against a tree, close my eyes and listen to the water trickle over the rocks. I can feel the presence of the dreamer without even looking at them. When I do the air in my lungs stops moving when I see the brown haired woman sitting next to the creek. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding at the realization I had been hoping to see her again. She turns to look at me and it takes her a second to recognize me, faster than last night.
“Nyx?”
“You remembered.”
She seems just as surprised to see me. I walk closer and sit down next to her.
“I have to say I like this place better than the last two.” I comment.
She seems confused.
“Is this a dream?” She bluntly asks.
“Yes.” I study her reaction.
“What?”
“It’s just that most people don’t notice they are dreaming.”
She looks around us. I try to take it all in like it's the first time to see what she’s experiencing. The atmosphere is almost too perfect. There is a hum I can feel on my skin. It’s different from the real world.
“Do you often dream like this?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “Only a couple times now, well, ever since you showed up.”
One of my eyebrows shoots up.
“This is the third night in a row I have been in your dreams.” I state.
“Do you usually dream like this?” She asks.
“Yes and no, I don’t dream.” I bluntly state, it’s complicated.
“What do you mean you don’t dream?”
I sigh, why not tell her. She won’t believe me anyways, they never do.
“For as long as I can remember I get pulled into other people’s dreams. I’ve never experienced a dream of my own creation. I’ve never seen the same person more than once either. Until you.”
I can tell she is nervous. Neither one of us says anything, both taking in this new knowledge. I can tell she has a lot of questions but I really don’t want to get into it all. It would just be a waste of our time here.
“Was yesterday really your birthday?” I break the silence.
“Yes.”
“Happy belated birthday.” I smile at her.
“Thank you.”
“Did you get the birthday of your dreams?”
She leans back, more relaxed, and thinks.
“No, I actually didn’t do anything for my birthday.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
“I just relaxed at home and had a nice dinner with my parents.”
“Did they get you anything?”
“Not really. We don’t really do gifts.” she shrugs. “I usually just get money or they take me somewhere like a concert.”
“More into the experience than things. I get that.”
“I did get this.”
She raises her arm up to show me something but freezes when she notices it is not there.
“Huh, weird, I never take it off.”
“What?”
“Oh, my charm bracelet. Austin got me a new charm for my birthday but the whole thing is gone.”
I shrug. “We don’t always look the same way in the Dreamworld as we do in reality.”
“Do you look different?” She asks me.
“I’m sure I look just as different as you probably do. The Dreamworld has a certain…glow to it.”
I don’t know. I think I look pretty much the same but the dreamworld is strange. It wouldn’t surprise me if a dreamer saw me differently than I do.
“I’m not sure why this has happened but it was nice to meet you, Little Bird.”
She squints at me.
“Why do you keep calling me that? I hate nicknames.”
I smirk. “More reason to call you it.”
She smiles and shakes her head at me.
“Will I see you again tomorrow night?” she asks.
“I don’t know. Like I said before I’ve never seen a dreamer more than once and now I have been pulled into your’s three times now. I have no idea what will be next.”
I can feel her fading away. Everything slowly becomes duller and more distant; she is waking up.