Often I would dream of a world that wouldn't be classified as normal. This world would have a burnt orange sky with two suns, where it would hang above trees that had silver leaves; accompanied with mountains that were covered in snow, and fields that were golden.
The dreams would only occur if I needed them, to soothe my corrupted mind and give me some peace. Occasionally, I would have these dreams at least three times a week, maybe more if I was depressed. In this dream, there would always be the same two people, the same two men. One stood out proud with a grey WWII coat; his mischievous grin completing his face he was stood beside another man. He had shorter hair; though his fringe slightly curled he was the most formal. Always wearing a black suit, waistcoat and tie. The colour of the tie and shirt would always change, unlike the man with the WWII coat; his clothes never changed.
In today's dream I was with the pair of them, the three of us laid in a golden field we were watching the mountains sway in the cool breeze above us. Scenery guaranteed to calm my mood. I glanced at the pair of them either side of me, neither of them were watching the mountains; instead they were looking down at me, both holding the same smile I could only wonder why.
No matter how much curiosity I held, I never was going to find out. Neither of them ever talked, just watched. They would interact with me, but it was simple interaction. Such as ruffling my hair or the occasion pat on the shoulder for comfort. On whatever occasion, I didn't mind; it was better than nothing. And nothing was what I ever got from my adopted parents, unless you would call the occasional beating from them as something.
I had made it very clear in my mind that I would keep behind the real world when I was in the dream world, I would imagine a door. A door with at least three locks on it, that way I could lock it with the thought of knowing that for once I had made the choice and not my adopted parents. Such thing I lacked in the real world, such thing would give me a lashing with one of the belts for sure.
The man with the coat was now pointing; guiding my eyes his finger led me to a rather large golden red star. The bright light radiating from the ball of gas was enough to make me laugh, a rare occasion I would ever do back in the real world. The man was grinning; glancing down at me he then proceeded to guide me around the sky. Pointing around at the random stars, he would never talk; just guide me with his finger. Giving me the conclusion to refer to him as the captain. His direction for guidance stood out just as clearly as his grin.
The other man, who today was wearing a blood red shirt and tie just watched. Watched the Captain guide me across the stars. This is what I was interested in, not school, not my damaged social life. Just being here with the people who cared for me, which seemed to be these two men. Who today were showing me the stars, a pure highlight to what was out there. For if it was just stars that fascinated me that much, what if there could be something more out there?
I didn't know why I was getting so worked up to what could be out there, for this was only a dream. In a few hours I was going to wake up, and this moment would only cease to be a memory. A memory that I could only relive in my dreams.
And a dream it only was, because before I knew it; the two men were fading. Along with the swaying mountains, golden grass and burnt orange sky. All of it faded. The captain's mischievous grin and the gentle smile the other man held. It was all replaced with darkness, nothing but the dark I found it difficult to work out if I was dreaming or not.
"Ian!"
My eyes snapped open, I wasn't dreaming. I had returned back to the real world, and my adopted mother didn't sound happy.
This is just an introduction, so I apologize if it is short. I have too many plots buzzing around in my head that I have to work out the story line. So this chapter is just a taste for what's to come