The dark and damp walls, the cones on the ground, all seemed to be yesterday.

I knew I was not the only one, but the people accompanying me were not the ones I should be with.
I felt like... in a different dimension somehow.

But what made me feel strange was that... I didn't really feel strange.

I got into a car. Not knowing why, I started driving.
There were silent whispers from the back, like they were giving directions.

As I moved the vehicle through floors, I could feel another car closely following, furiously looking for a way to take over me.
I somehow saw the driver. Her determined eyes were easily recognizable along with the purple hair around her.

I just ignored her and continued my way.

I arrived at a plaza. The scene in front of me was not very appealing.
It looked like if I bump into it, I would take ages to get out.

The vehicle behind me became so furious that it just ignored the signs' indications and tried to find a shortcut.
Possibly meeting a dead-end, I saw it reluctantly came back.

No one else seemed to care though. They rather prefer getting off and having some fun together.
In a moment, we all sat around something like a campfire and began eating and chatting.

The scene changed again. It seemed like... I'm home.
There was no longer camp fire, but the circle of people did not disappear at all.

With another surprise, someone in the circle got very mad and yelled at everybody before storming inside.

The person looked familiar... or not?

I could recognize her, but I was quite sure that I hadn't seen her face-to-face.
She talked about someone she knew. She said she did not understand.

Out of curiosity, I approach the people again. I found several pieces of paper.

On one of them I found some familiar names. Her name sat quietly on the right hand side.
Under that, a male name was written. I could see her comments.

"How can I like that idiot?"
The sentence hit me.

In a sudden, people started to fade from my view. I stared the sheet alone, and all I could feel is horror.

Why?

If I was not the one she's talking about, why did I feel scary? Why did I feel down?

Am I me?

To verify, I looked down on myself.

Oh no... Please don't make me like that.

I don't want to assume his body and identity.

I don't want to be the devastated boy.

I don't want to operate that painful violet robot.

I don't want to be in a world like that.

And on top of all, I don't want to fall in love with her, and I don't want to be rejected...

There are all of them, too painful to deal with.

I felt my eyes opening again: The same sunlight, the same place, the same me.

I am back.

My computer is on, having a cartoon loaded.

I pressed play, and I saw an onion-head blonde kid in pajamas.

Looking relieved, he said, "Oh... it was all just a dream."

End

A/N:

Well, I don't know whether I did that right.
I had an NGE-character-contaminated dream last night and it wasn't good.

This is what was inspired. It's nothing, I know.