Lucid Dreams

This is a AU (alternate universe, FYI) fanfic of Eureka Seven based and spun off of Renton and Eureka's incidents with dreams (Manga and Anime). The story will be told through "diary" entries of Renton and Eureka as well as third person narrations. I will make an effort to use proper English (except during diary entries) so please let me know of any mistakes!

Rated M for (eventual) lemons, language, and other inappropriate themes and situations.

Note: italicized words with apostrophes ("Example") indicate thoughts. I got this idea after reading 1991-M-Sable's E7 fanfic "With You" which can be read on this site.

Enjoy! :]

Dream 1: My name is...

Renton Entry #1:

Uhh, hi my name is Renton Thurston. Wow I feel weird writing in a journal. Anyways, I started high school today and my sister, Diane, told me I should keep a diary to make my grammar better and because it's important... or so she says. I didn't want to at first cause that's like something girls do... but whatever. I've started writing and it might be interesting to see how this turns out.

High school was... well it's only been a day so I can't really say much. Its weird going to such a big place where you don't know many people and I'm not the kind of guy that has a lot of friends... pathetic huh? Well I mean I have friends... like Moondoggie and Gidget. There real names are James and Annette, but they insist on nicknames for some reason. We're all about the same age, 14 (Moondoggie is almost 15) and high school is something new for all of us.

Ugh, Talho is so loud... she and my sis are about to go out, but Miss Yuki already sounds drunk... on a Monday night, really? Why doesn't gramps yell at her? He's probably asleep... Talho Yuki works with my sister at some office, not sure what my sis does, but whatever. Talho's pretty but really mean and loud a lot. One time I yelled at sis and Talho beat me! Oh no... if she finds this she'll never stop teasing me... Talho if you're reading this, please be nicer to me!

I can't remember much about school right now... except there's this really really really pretty girl that sits next to me in almost all my classes (P.E. doesnt have seats). I think her name was Eureka... her last name started with an N... Novak? No, that's the biology teacher... she looks nothing like that grey-haired, arrogant, mean bully... damn this is going to bug me. All the girls in bio are crazy about that guy, asking if they can call him "Holland". How stupid... That guy picks on me in class a lot... I wonder why?

Anyway, back to Eureka, she's sooo cuuute! She's got blue short hair (I wonder if that's natural), she's a bit shorter than me (thank god), and uhh... I can't remember what she was wearing. I wish I had introduced myself, now she'll probably think I'm weird if I introduce myself tomorrow or something. Damn I'm such a loser... she'll probably date a basketball player... oh I hope she doesn't have a crush on Holland like those other girls... uh oh it's late, I should sleep. I should check my grammar tomorrow. Maybe I should try out for the basketball team...

If I made it... would Eureka talk to me?

Eureka Entry #1:

Dear Diary,

My name is Eureka Novak. At first when my brother told me to keep a diary I wasn't quite sure why he wanted me to do this. Something about improving spelling and grammar... and it might be important. I'm not sure why... but Holland has always been keeping me well so I'll trust him on this one. Besides, learning is important... I think... and this could be an important learning experience for me.

I started high school today. I'm new to this town because my brother recently got a job teaching at the school I attend. It's weird when your in a new place and you don't know anyone... Well, I know Holland, but he's not always with me... I never had friends to begin with, but that boy in my classes seems friendly... Let's see... his name? Renton, I think. We didn't talk, but he doesn't seem like a mean person.

Oh no, Holland is smoking inside... again. How many times have I told him I don't like that smell? Just yelled at him and told him second-hand smoke will kill me one day. Ohh... that's depressing to think about... Death. No... Happy thoughts, Eureka! Let's see, what was I talking about?

Oh right, Renton! He's a boy in all my classes with brown hair and is a little bit taller than me (about 5'5"?). Today, he was wearing a plain black shirt, some khaki shorts, and red and white sneakers. I think his eyes are blue. I'm not sure... It felt like he was looking at me when I wasn't looking at him. Weird. I'm probably wrong. I wonder if I should have talked to him. Oh no... was I being rude?

I don't really understand boys that well. They don't act like Holland. The few I have talked to think I'm weird (same with other girls). I wonder why? A boy talked to me today, but I can't remember him that well… I think he plays basketball. He was talking about dates and dances, or something like that. It's strange because I can't see why dates are important (unless you're a historian) and I don't know any dances or dance moves. Why would he talk to me about that kind of stuff? I wonder what Renton would talk to me about... Oh! It's late, I should sleep.

Bye-bye, Diary.

No one ever remembers the beginning of a dream. Psychologists attribute this and many other characteristics of REM sleep to the fact that our brain's logic center shuts down during sleep. That's why you never question your dreams and why they feel so real, despite how strange and unusual the content is. And so, Renton and Eureka were no different when they found themselves in a strange white world; Nothingness. It took a while for them to notice each other, or so it seemed. Time was too distorted to tell… Another effect of their inactive logic centers. Later, when they awoke, neither of them would think that they shared the same dream. After all, what normal, sane individual would think such a thing?

"I should say something." They both thought, but were too scared to talk. And just how they shared the same dream and thought similar thoughts, they both spoke at the same time: "My name is..." They both stopped in embarrassment.

"I-I'm Renton... Renton Thurston." He didn't understand why he was so scared, why he wanted to run away from this moment.

"Eureka... I'm Eureka Novak." She replied.

"Ehh! You're not related to that bio teacher are you?" Renton's initial fear was replaced by a new one.

"Yup! He's my brother!" Eureka was confused at first but thought nothing of it. "What's wrong?" Renton's demeanor changed enough for Eureka to notice.

"Ohh... He's kind of mean. Well, I don't know him well, but there's something I don't like about him..." Renton couldn't quite explain himself.

"That's ok!" Eureka replied happily, "Sometimes I don't like Holland because he teases me sometimes too!" Eureka recalled the instances when Holland would tease her for being so clueless. "People can be so different from Holland sometimes..."

"What do you mean?" Renton asked as his thoughts suddenly focused on basketball. He wasn't quite sure why.

"There was this weird boy at school today who I can't remember very well... I think he was on the basketball team... or something like that." Renton started acting odd, but Eureka didn't notice as her eyes were closed and her face was as if it were in deep thought. "He was talking about dates and dances... I think." Renton was freaking out now.

"W-w-what'd you say?" Renton couldn't keep his voice from shaking.

"Well, I wasn't sure what he was talking about because I don't dance and dates aren't important unless you're a historian..." A feeling of massive relief came over Renton. He could help breathe out noticeably. "Basketball players are weird... I don't think I like them very much." Eureka had a slight frown on her face.

"She's so cute! And so innocent too!" Renton couldn't help but blush. "I guess I won't try out for the team now."

The scene changed. Gone was the white world and instead the two found themselves sitting on a beach. Even with the blue swans flying around and the colorful horses walking on water, neither of them realized they were dreaming. Perhaps they were too focused on each other. Eureka noticed the blue ocean briefly and a thought occurred to her.

"Ah! Your eyes are blue!" Renton looked confused and was startled as Eureka came closer to look into his eyes. "Earlier at school I wasn't sure what color your eyes were..." Eureka felt embarrassed as the words left her mouth.

"I must be dreaming." Renton was happy that such a cute girl would notice him at school. "Thank you!" He replied. "No! You dumbass, why are you thanking her? That wasn't even a compliment!"

"I must be dreaming." Eureka was happy that there was someone who didn't think what she said was weird. She was too engrossed in thought to notice Renton's internal mood of frustration.

"This beach is really pretty, huh?" Eureka's question had Renton paying attention again. "I've only seen pictures, but I'd like to come here... one day."

"Eh? We're here now, aren't we?" Renton replied as Eureka shook her head.

"No... This is obviously a dream. Look at the weird horses and swans." She pointed. As soon as the words were spoken, they disappeared and Eureka and Renton were alone on the beach.

"You're right..." Renton was a bit sad now. "But, one day let's go here when we're not dreaming, ok?" He was nervous now, what would she say? A moment of uncomfortable silence passed.

"I'd like that..." Eureka smiled back at him. Renton couldn't explain what he was feeling. Was it happiness? Could it be love?

With a strange, lingering feeling of happiness in them both and a smile on their faces, they awoke.

And then the dream ended.