George's
Dream
Author's notes-This is an idea of a dream that George
has after "Darth Vader", aka Marty, knocks him out. It's from
George POV. Written in response to a The March Fanfiction Challenge
of the month on the Bttf fanfic community.
He felt tired,
drowsy.
He fell into a deep sleep.
He dreamed of monsters, yellow in their hue, scary, even more than Biff Tannen combined. He saw Marty Klein, such a strange kid, saying "Just ask her…"
He was scared.
He couldn't ask
Lorraine to the dance, it was to hard. Too much for him to face.
He
had never had high social aspirations, what little he had been killed
by years of bullying and repression.
He screamed in the dream, music, loud and terrifying, like the music Darth Vader had played.
He had never heard music so loud.
A memory long forgotten, but revealed in the dream, came to him. He saw himself, seven, his cousin trying to get him to climb a rather tall tree. He refused and his cousin said, "Come on, show some courage!"
Come on. Show some courage.
The rest of the dream was fast, multicolored.
He was spinning, turning.
Show some courage.
He saw Biff, trying to stomp on him, destroy him. He scared.
Show some courage.
He wakes up in a cold sweat. He sits up for awhile, thinking, he doesn't worry about missing school, about anything. Except Lorraine.
Come on, show some courage.
He would go, he would ask her. He would be
brave.
He would show courage.