Enter Name Here

You awoke with a start in your own bed. "Wow! What a great dream.'' You thought to yourself as you set your feet on the floor. Another strange dream had slipped into your head that night and this wasn't the first one ether. You had been getting these strange and elaborate dreams a lot lately. Usually you would forget all of your dreams or only remember a small bit of them, but these dreams were different. You could remember everything about them. From beginning to end, every little detail. It was like they were not dreams at all but a second life entirely.

You picked your dream journal off your desk and toke a pen out of the drawer. You turned to a blank page and began writing. The alarm on your clock then went off. Oh snap! It was 9:30! Jumping up and grabbing your backpack off the back of your chair and throwing on whatever you could find at the moment, you ran out the door. ''By mom I'm off to school."

You weren't popular, in fact you we quite lonely. You really didn't have any friends at all, just your dreams. They were your escape from that loneliness. Throughout your classes, you wrote as much as you could about your dream. Luckily you were able to finish it out. You flipped through the pages reviewing it while walking home when you felt a push from behind, knocking you onto the concrete. Your dream journal flew out of your hands as well as the contents of your backpack. Jared, the school's bullie stood over you. '' Hey loser, what's this." He picked up your dream journal and speed read through the pages. "The hell is this?" He slapped you with it. '' This is why you are a loser, that and your buck teeth." Jared left. You slowly gather up your things and began walking home again.

Thanksgiving soon came and everyone came over to your house this time around. Grandma, Grandpa, your nieces, cousins, and Uncle Hussie. At the dinner table Andrew started talking about how he wanted to make a webcomic but he had no idea what he could do for a story. An idea then hit you. What if you gave him your dream journal and let him use those. When dinner was over you pulled Andrew aside and told him about your dreams and handed him your dream journal. You told him he could even take full credit for the story, it was no use to you. "You sure?'' He asked. You nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. One more thing. Since I was in the dreams a lot, think you could change my name to something else.''

''Sure what do you want it to be?'' You thought for a minute then smiled.'' John Egbert." You said. Andrew shook the journal lightly. "Will do 'John'." He laughed lightly and you did to.

Years passed and now your dreams were the world's largest web comic. ''Homestuck'' it was called. You read the pages carefully and smirked. Andrew had depicted you dreams perfectly and the drawings of you as 'John Egbert' were spot on. ''Cute.'' You laughed and turned you head around to the burning flames behind you. The wind blew the hot flames around you as you stood there, clutching your journal. Tears poured from your face but you smiled. They all laid in a circle around you, your friends. All dead. The trolls, Jade, Dave and Rose. All dead. Sometimes you would day dream and imagine things as better. The most common day dream was the one where this world was but a dream. But they weren't. Instead it was all over. You we alone, the last one left. The one who won the game.