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In the light... Ahem, abyss of nothingness, a boy stands. All he sees is darkness from a perspective that seems to be nowhere, and somewhere. No light, only the backs of his eyelids. His consciousness drifting like waves. No complications, no real problems, and a boring stifle in his daily life. It was like a plain meal almost. But, it was his job to spice it and make it look fantastic. It would leave others in jealousy and some in pride. A legacy. Sometimes a normal life can form an extraordinary one. All he needed was a talent for something, good at it or not. But, all he saw was the blackness of his eyelids. He felt good on the inside, but his half conscious brain didn't bother to spit out the random fragmented dreams he had. He wondered if it reflected his demeanor outside of school, being lazy. But, even his brain, along with his soul, needed to rest. He was sometimes jealous of his friends, vividness and strangeness. His curiosity was always piqued at this, because he would never see or feel such things. But, he didn't know curses lead behind them. Mostly those of sorrow, and fear. But, he would gladly accept anyways.

Hey... What's that?... It seems as if there some sort of goat. It's standing on two legs. Strange. But, that's all that's there. Just a weird goat thing. It's smiling, not moving, and has arms open wide. That's all.

He ignored the goat, and drifted more into the void, only to forget it the next morning. Some people told him this is was subconscious protection. Apparently, he could have had something so evil and dark inside his subconscious, he wouldn't even physically know it himself. Dark locks kept the evil in balance, or at least he assumed. Drifting off into the nothingness of the barren land of the backs of his eyelids, he was barely conscious. Off into more darkness he went.

Now at 5:40 AM, he heard the noises of water running. Now, this was usually normal because his parents usually woke up early and used the shower around this time, so it was no surprise. He turned over, and entered the dark again.

Now, strangely enough, the fragments usually perceived around here are most prominent. It usually depended on what encircled his mind lately. And he only really remembered pieces of the pieces he saw after he had half awoken. Around now, he never really did wake up so early. He used to plenty of times, but they were gone for awhile, and then they began to creep back up again. Sometimes up to three times a night. It sucked. He felt very sluggish in the morning. But, the pieces began to mix, and he began to see strange things emerge before him.

First, he was in a very neat building, tons of people around. People he knew, loved, hated, and didn't know. Normal. Rain and clouds swirled outside. Always a happy thought in his mind, as he loved the sound of rain on a metal roof, or any roof for that matter, and the dark clouds outside. A depressing thought, but any type of weather really pleased him. Even hailstorms.

Some people were having conversations, some were moving, others were stagnant. He walked on, staring at the people, and moving forward. He went down endless hallways, stairs that winded up floors, and down. Furniture and walls of places he'd seen, and architecture of wonder and fantasy. Not all the inhabitants were people though. He saw the goat monster yet again. This time, wearing normal human clothing. He stared out the window. It was a window from his school, overlooking a place he saw daily. Weird. It looked like zombies were roaming and skulking out in the rain. Nobody was out, and the rain poured down even more. Some hallways were dark, others were dim lit. But this one was bright with fluorescents.

He saw a few renditions of himself as he wandered. He stopped and talked to a few people, even if their speech was simply non-sequitur.

The environment completely changed. It was a deep wood. What or where was this? No clue. It was only a meld of places he's been. The sky was grayed, and it seemed like twilight was passing. His sight was filled with a dark blue. The scene itself was like something out of a movie.

He saw a girl. He'd never seed a girl like this. It looked like she was holding a gun. He jumped and dodged right. She ran away. He chased her. It's kill or be killed, y'know? The stamping of their feet on damp leaves and branches was their only knowing of their proximity to each other. He finally caught her, but she took aim. He parried, and jumped back. But, no fire... Only a snap. He looked up. It was a camera!

He lunged forward, and she ran before he even hit the ground. He quickly got up, and didn't hear any footsteps. He felt the bloodlust curdling in his mind. He needed to eradicate her, for whatever reason. But, alas, no luck. The room changed completely, as did he.

The room was a field that smelled like honey. Sweet, and the sun warmed him. He was a little fox prancing around in the meadow... Weird, but calming. Water rushed in the distance. It was a sweet sound to here. He ran over to a large rock, covered in flowers. He rolled around on the rock, and smiled. It felt good.

But, his fun was short lived. Now a hunter began chasing him. He changed back into a person, and the hunter turned into a maniac. He was now in a giant mass of a house, running. He was very fast, and the murderer was far behind. He jumped into a garbage can full of blankets, and shrunk down to be two inches tall. He was deep in the blankets, and then they became a building. He had to jump. There was police choppers behind him, and he had a billion dollars in his suitcase. He jumped.

He jumped and opened a pen, which opened a parachute. He landed safely and had the million. A very shapely woman approached him, and he laughed to himself. He struck it rich.

But, it all disappeared, and an earthquake began. He had to save everyone! He immediately swooped up and jumped to save the perishing people. An alien fleet was upon him, so he had to shoot them down... But he was an awful shot. So, he grabbed his special weapon. He enabled Driver mode. His sword weapon changed into a large shield like weapon with a sharp end on one side. He grabbed the large handle and knelt behind it. Some aliens walked near him as the Earth began to tremor. He bashed the aliens in the face by charging into them with the sharp end. This weapon was effective, but is was heavy. So, he changed the weapon to Sword Mode. This blade was thick, light, and long. He swung off heads and limbs with elegance, flipping over bullets. He was so pumped. A ladder lay above him, and he quickly climbed. In the board of the ship were three elite like aliens. He changed his weapon to its third and final form, Bat Form. This weapon was weighted at the end, so hitting enemies near the end of the bat did much more than the end he held. It did more damage than the sword, which was more consistent with its hits. He spun around in a circle, and cleaved the heads in one fell swoop. He jumped out of the explosion, wearing the most weeb glasses he could. They were the triangle type ones that he saw in that anime once. He descended put of the explosion, fell next to his girlfriend, and madly embraced her.

He finally woke up. This was the wild journey of dreams, which he'd forget. It's a shame this only really happened every once in a while. The air smelled like cinnamon, and a picture of a goat was sent in a message on his phone.

Too bad it was only a dream.

Description
In the light... Ahem, abyss of nothingness, a boy stands. All he sees is darkness from a perspective that seems to be nowhere, and somewhere. No light, only the backs of his eyelids. His consciousness drifting like waves. No complications, no real problems, and a boring stifle in his daily life. It was like a plain meal almost. But, it was his job to spice it and make it look fantastic. It would leave others in jealousy and some in pride. A legacy. Sometimes a normal life can form an extraordinary one. All he needed was a talent for something, good at it or not. But, all he saw was the blackness of his eyelids. He felt good on the inside, but his half conscious brain didn't bother to spit out the random fragmented dreams he had. He wondered if it reflected his demeanor outside of school, being lazy. But, even his brain, along with his soul, needed to rest. He was sometimes jealous of his friends, vividness and strangeness. His curiosity was always piqued at this, because he would never see or feel such things. But, he didn't know curses lead behind them. Mostly those of sorrow, and fear. But, he would gladly accept anyways.

Hey... What's that?... It seems as if there some sort of goat. It's standing on two legs. Strange. But, that's all that's there. Just a weird goat thing. It's smiling, not moving, and has arms open wide. That's all.

He ignored the goat, and drifted more into the void, only to forget it the next morning. Some people told him this is was subconscious protection. Apparently, he could have had something so evil and dark inside his subconscious, he wouldn't even physically know it himself. Dark locks kept the evil in balance, or at least he assumed. Drifting off into the nothingness of the barren land of the backs of his eyelids, he was barely conscious. Off into more darkness he went.

Now at 5:40 AM, he heard the noises of water running. Now, this was usually normal because his parents usually woke up early and used the shower around this time, so it was no surprise. He turned over, and entered the dark again.

Now, strangely enough, the fragments usually perceived around here are most prominent. It usually depended on what encircled his mind lately. And he only really remembered pieces of the pieces he saw after he had half awoken. Around now, he never really did wake up so early. He used to plenty of times, but they were gone for awhile, and then they began to creep back up again. Sometimes up to three times a night. It sucked. He felt very sluggish in the morning. But, the pieces began to mix, and he began to see strange things emerge before him.

First, he was in a very neat building, tons of people around. People he knew, loved, hated, and didn't know. Normal. Rain and clouds swirled outside. Always a happy thought in his mind, as he loved the sound of rain on a metal roof, or any roof for that matter, and the dark clouds outside. A depressing thought, but any type of weather really pleased him. Even hailstorms.

Some people were having conversations, some were moving, others were stagnant. He walked on, staring at the people, and moving forward. He went down endless hallways, stairs that winded up floors, and down. Furniture and walls of places he'd seen, and architecture of wonder and fantasy. Not all the inhabitants were people though. He saw the goat monster yet again. This time, wearing normal human clothing. He stared out the window. It was a window from his school, overlooking a place he saw daily. Weird. It looked like zombies were roaming and skulking out in the rain. Nobody was out, and the rain poured down even more. Some hallways were dark, others were dim lit. But this one was bright with fluorescents.

He saw a few renditions of himself as he wandered. He stopped and talked to a few people, even if their speech was simply non-sequitur.

The environment completely changed. It was a deep wood. What or where was this? No clue. It was only a meld of places he's been. The sky was grayed, and it seemed like twilight was passing. His sight was filled with a dark blue. The scene itself was like something out of a movie.

He saw a girl. He'd never seed a girl like this. It looked like she was holding a gun. He jumped and dodged right. She ran away. He chased her. It's kill or be killed, y'know? The stamping of their feet on damp leaves and branches was their only knowing of their proximity to each other. He finally caught her, but she took aim. He parried, and jumped back. But, no fire... Only a snap. He looked up. It was a camera!

He lunged forward, and she ran before he even hit the ground. He quickly got up, and didn't hear any footsteps. He felt the bloodlust curdling in his mind. He needed to eradicate her, for whatever reason. But, alas, no luck. The room changed completely, as did he.

The room was a field that smelled like honey. Sweet, and the sun warmed him. He was a little fox prancing around in the meadow... Weird, but calming. Water rushed in the distance. It was a sweet sound to here. He ran over to a large rock, covered in flowers. He rolled around on the rock, and smiled. It felt good.

But, his fun was short lived. Now a hunter began chasing him. He changed back into a person, and the hunter turned into a maniac. He was now in a giant mass of a house, running. He was very fast, and the murderer was far behind. He jumped into a garbage can full of blankets, and shrunk down to be two inches tall. He was deep in the blankets, and then they became a building. He had to jump. There was police choppers behind him, and he had a billion dollars in his suitcase. He jumped.

He jumped and opened a pen, which opened a parachute. He landed safely and had the million. A very shapely woman approached him, and he laughed to himself. He struck it rich.

But, it all disappeared, and an earthquake began. He had to save everyone! He immediately swooped up and jumped to save the perishing people. An alien fleet was upon him, so he had to shoot them down... But he was an awful shot. So, he grabbed his special weapon. He enabled Driver mode. His sword weapon changed into a large shield like weapon with a sharp end on one side. He grabbed the large handle and knelt behind it. Some aliens walked near him as the Earth began to tremor. He bashed the aliens in the face by charging into them with the sharp end. This weapon was effective, but is was heavy. So, he changed the weapon to Sword Mode. This blade was thick, light, and long. He swung off heads and limbs with elegance, flipping over bullets. He was so pumped. A ladder lay above him, and he quickly climbed. In the board of the ship were three elite like aliens. He changed his weapon to its third and final form, Bat Form. This weapon was weighted at the end, so hitting enemies near the end of the bat did much more than the end he held. It did more damage than the sword, which was more consistent with its hits. He spun around in a circle, and cleaved the heads in one fell swoop. He jumped out of the explosion, wearing the most weeb glasses he could. They were the triangle type ones that he saw in that anime once. He descended put of the explosion, fell next to his girlfriend, and madly embraced her.

He finally woke up. This was the wild journey of dreams, which he'd forget. It's a shame this only really happened every once in a while. The air smelled like cinnamon, and a picture of a goat was sent in a message on his phone.

Too bad it was only a dream.