I stood in the darkness, alone for a while. I could stand yet I could feel no floor, there were neither any walls around me, I couldn't see anything for a while. I mean, I've done lucid dreaming before, as well as astral projection – but this feeling was unlike my past experiences. I didn't really feel a sense of anything being hazy or dreamlike, this shadow of a room actually felt pretty concrete. I walked around and stretched my arms in front of me, trying to get a bit used to this.

I don't think I spent too much time in the dark because suddenly there was a wide screen in front of me, like the kinds you see in cinemas. Illuminated by images coming to life, I was attacked by all sorts of senses that didn't even belong to me. The dark room suddenly smelled like roses and expensive perfumes, I could hear something being poured and voices speaking.

"Good morning, young master."

A man appeared on the screen and I wondered why in the world I'd dream up a dream where I'd be watching something like a movie, I could fucking do that on my own time thank you very much! I sat down and watched the man move, he poured a cup of tea (which smelled really nice, it probably was expensive since its title was so damn long) as well as served some breakfast in bed. God damn, wish I were there instead of being stuck in this dark room.

In my peripheral vision I saw a white door come to being, and as it came to be I heard a voice that vibrated throughout the entire dark room – I could tell it came from wherever that white door led.

Like fuck if I was going in there now, no thanks.

"What have we gotten planned for today, Sebastian?"

"We have a reading session that will end at 9 A.M and then we have an extra two hours before we head out for your big speech regarding the new bridge, we will spend a lot of time there since Lady Elizabeth…"

I have to admit, it was really strange the way they were acting around each other – it was so… I'd say intimate but I feel as though it wasn't quite it. I kept quiet for a long time before realizing that snooping on another person's life would be so much enjoyable with a bowl of popcorn and, to my surprise, a bowl of popcorn appeared right next to me! I grabbed the bowl and looked at it suspiciously, I cleared my throat and said aloud:

"I wish for a comfortable couch to sit on!"

So it appeared and I was comfortably snuggled in between throw pillows, holding a bowl of popcorn and thought about how fun this'd turn out to be. I guess this was an okay dream after all.

"Sebastian, did you hear something?"

I spoke too soon.

"No, young master – what did you hear?"

"Something about a comfortable couch."

"I heard no such thing young master, shall I go investigate?"

"Wait… me?"

"Yes, finish up in five minutes."

"Yes, my lord."

"WHAT THE FUCK."

"I hear it yelling obscenities now, what in heaven's name am I hearing?"

"Of course it is, young master. Maybe it's yourself?"

"Don't treat me like a child!"

I watched as the man in the suit (called Sebastian) disappeared from my line of sight (or from whomever's perspective I was watching from), clinging onto the cushions and pillows for my dear life. I had long abandoned my bowl of popcorn and watched in horror as the perspective's eyes moved from right to left – as if it were looking for something. I pressed my lips together and thought for doing a smell experiment, bracing myself if anything were to happen.

"Um… hello?"

"Who is talking?! Show yourself!"

This was gonna be one hell of a dream, that's for sure.