Hi, Moniposa here! I just wanted to add in a few details before we go dive in into the actual story. I just wanted to say that all you writers are such an inspiration, so thank you very much for that. Some small details about dreams are accurate and were found from "David G. Myers: Psychology; Ninth Edition in Modules."™ Virtually, it's my AP Psych book. So! Happy reading.

Note: None of the characters belong to me; all rights go to Hidekaz Himaruya. Except for the story. That's mine.

Ah, what a wonderful place that the realm of dreams becomes. People succumb to it so easily, glad to be away from the sick torture that scientists call reality. Nobody ever wants to stay in reality for too long; it can slowly drive someone mad knowing that every little thing that they do can alter the very fiber of someone's being. But dreams, oh that sweet taste of poison, lets humans realize their wishes, goals, and twisted desires in sleep. But all dreams must come to an end.

What if someone doesn't want to leave the kingdom of slumbers? They decide to stay and roam, that their brain decides to give them a little "treat" for giving it such a long break. It all becomes a tumult of trouble when the brain backfires when not given that needed dose of slumbering morphine.

Elizabeta could almost feel the white, silken material touch her skin, the off-the-shoulders dress seeming to float around her. Her hair was down and her wild brown curls defied gravity as well. She began to walk down a wet sidewalk, her eyes darting around her surroundings. The buildings were filled with windows, sunlight filtering through the transparent glass. But raining while it was sunny? Mother Nature wanted to be playful today, didn't she?

The grass swayed in the wind and the skies a purple and orange, the rain and sunlight interacting oddly with each other. Tall, Victorian streetlights demanded a person's attention, the cool color grey of them making them seem more modern than they should be. Quaint little shops were spotted here and there, some selling pastries, others selling Get-Well-Soon cards or scented candles.

Elizabeta would know how her city looked like, even if her eyes were blindfolded. The smell of lavender, strawberries, and thunderstorms were too hard to ignore. She closed her emerald eyes as she continued walking down the streets, her nose being her main navigator. Putting one bare foot in front of the other, she slowly made her way towards the scent of roasting coffee. When her hands touched cool glass, she pressed her head and saw that it was empty except for a young man with his back facing her.

He seemed to be a bit taller than her, auburn hair, and the quirkiest curl springing from the side of his head. A white, long-sleeved shirt moved along with his torso, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Elizabeta could see a green string tied around his small waist; most likely his apron. Dark jeans adorned his legs that seemed to stretch out for miles. Elizabeta's eyes darted up quickly to his face when she saw him turning.

Her green eyes were met with a pair of hazel ones that radiated innocence and cheer, his eyes being able to read into her soul and then talking about it as if it were something of the norm. Her eyes then trailed to his lips that curved upwardly in the most angelic smile she had ever seen.

Elizabeta wanted to look at them forever, but that accursed feeling of being sucked into a black hole clawed at her sight. She gave in reluctantly, knowing that she couldn't win in a fight against her mind, try as she may. It was almost as if a television was being turned off when the black sped into a never ending swirl of white. Then white then turned back into black as her eyes snapped open, the dream finally ending.

". . . wake up! Professor Kirkland'll shit bricks if we're late again," A feminine voice rang in Elizabeta's ears. She wrinkled her nose and looked up at her blonde companion.

"Amelia, I'm tired. Can't you give me another five minutes?" Elizabeta put her polka-dotted pillow over her head as she tried to muffle the sounds of the world.

Amelia yanked the pillow from Elizabeta's grasp and tossed it aside, already dragging the brunette out of her twin bed. "Hell no! Last time you said that, you ended up sleeping for five hours!"

The blue eyed girl began to strip Elizabeta from her pajamas and slide onto her a brown tank top with a dark green blazer, denim jeans that flared out at the bottom, and brown flats. She proceeded to brush Elizabeta's tangled mess called hair and brushed her teeth. A quick sweep of makeup later and they were ready to go.

"Shouldn't you be with your twin, Emi?" Elizabeta gave a huge yawn as Amelia grabbed her books and shoved them into her arms, dragging her down the dorm hallways.

"Alfie's hung over, so he's sleeping like a bear in hibernation right now. Nothing'll wake him up; not even the smell of McDonald's." Amelia tsked as she plopped her down into the lecture before Professor Kirkland sauntered in, making most of the girls swoon.

Elizabeta knew that taking a nap wasn't the safest thing to do since Prof Kirkland would catch her real soon like so many times before. So she decided to let her mind wander; almost as if she could see the small alpha waves in the distance...

Elizabeta could already imagine meeting the hazel-eyed man from her dream, and she knew she would. Not because of some silly notion called fate, or hope. Thinking about those silly phrases made her want to vomit. She knew she was going to meet him because her dreams always came true. Almost as if she were seeing the future play out right before her slumbering eyes. Elizabeta had already dreamed about meeting Amelia at this University, she dreamt about having the surly Kirkland as a teacher. And just recently Elizabeta dreamed about Amelia and Kirkland going on a date real soon. It was just tidbits of things that she had gotten used to when she was younger.

Elizabeta never told Amelia though; she didn't want to scare her only companion away. It was odd enough that she could see the future through dreams.

"Ms. Hedervary, would you mind telling us what's going on in that little mind of yours that you have to day dream in my class?" Professor Kirkland had his arms crossed and his foot was tapping on the ground. His bushy eyebrows were bunched together in frustration.

"I'm just thinking that if you're going to ask Miss Amelia out on a date, you should give her some violets; they're her favorite," Elizabeta replied absent-mindly, not noticing the snickers and gasps going around the lecture room. But when she did, her cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment.

Kirkland blushed a deep red down to his blonde roots as he sputtered for words. Before he could reply with something sly and quick-witted like he always did, the bell had rung and everyone rushed out of the classroom, Elizabeta included.

Whoops, she hadn't of meant to say that out loud...

Elizabeta slung her book bag over her shoulder as she roamed about the campus, her mind going in cartwheels. She knew she didn't want to meet the hazel eyed stranger; she would only cause him unnecessary trouble. The meeting between the two wouldn't be fleeting and Elizabeta knew it. The details in her dream were so crystal clear, what with the color of his eyes and his whole being appearing. There was something deeper to it than her mind would let on...

But it wouldn't matter since there was no way they would be meeting anytime soon. Maybe when she was old and gray-haired, but definitely not anytime soon.

Besides, what were the chances of meeting him here on campus?

Elizabeta gave out a chuckle. Those ideas were preposterous! But right now, all she wanted to do was go back to her dorm and sleep. Her next class didn't start for another four hours, so she had plenty of time to sleep again. Just because her dreams foretold the future didn't necessarily make it a bad thing. She actually adored the thought of her head touching her pillows and diving head-first into dreamland. Elizabeta loved it so much, that she would try and sleep whenever she could, even if it meant falling asleep on a subway.

Her eyes began to close slowly and she was still walking; not a very good combination. Elizabeta's feet began to feel like lead and her book bag like a ton of bricks.

Before Elizabeta could entirely fall asleep, she was jolted awake when she crashed into somebody. Her papers and textbooks fell to the ground with an audible thump. She bent down and scrambled after everything, her heart beating a mile a minute.

"I can't believe I almost fell asleep on my feet! I'm so so sorry for crashing into you," She told her partner rapidly, trying to regain what little morality she had left.

"N-no, it's alright; please let me help you get your things." The stranger bent over and picked up what few papers there were left. Elizabeta couldn't see their face since her hair became a curtain of curls.

"Thank you so much, I should've watched where I was going or else this wouldn't have happened," She replied hastily, grabbing the papers from the stranger's hands and trying to organize them as best she could. Elizabeta still couldn't see their face, but she noticed that they were wearing dark jeans.

The person laughed. "It's okay, it was just an accident. I just hope you don't fall asleep on the ground." They offered their hand and Elizabeta took it tentatively, hoping that she wouldn't cause any more trouble than she already had.

As he pulled her up, Elizabeta's eyes immediately met a startling colour of hazel-brown and a rosy complexion. Her own green ones widened as she realized that she was face-to-face with the man that had appeared in her dreams. Even when she told herself that it wouldn't be possible that she would meet him out of the billions of people in the world. So it seemed that fate was trying to force them together after her silent protest, but Elizabeta wouldn't let that happen.