This is not a cross- over however this was inspired by the cowboy bebop movie. If you haven't seen it then have no fear for this story does not require any prior knowledge of the movie to understand it. However, I strongly suggest you watch it whether you know of cowboy bebop or not, it is a great movie. Oh also these characters aren't mine, I don't own any of them and of course any lines I took from the cowboy bebop movie are not mine either, blah blah blah…
Now on with the story. By the way this is in Tidus' POV
Dreams of Reality
A dream… it doesn't make any sense….
It all can't be a dream. I can breathe, eat, laugh, sleep, run, fall, cry. Heck, If I got up and stabbed myself with Auron's sword right this minute I would die. Dreams can never die! You can't die in dreams either, you always wake up before hand, but people died in Zanarkand. My mom died in Zanarkand when I was 8.
I could feel the spray of water from the blitz pool filling up before a game. I could smell the mixture of exhaust and god knows what else that would make you choke sometimes as you were walking down the street. I could hear the music blaring out of the stereo that was in my room. I mean, the taste of cereal still makes me sick after all those times I had to fend for myself when I was little, while my mom was shut up in her room mourning Jecht.
What about my mom? And my dad? And my best friend Zach? And my other friends? And my ex-girlfriends? And those other girls who weren't… my girlfriends…? And all my fans? They aren't real either?
It was all real to me. It's still all real to me. My friends, my family, my fans, my childhood. You can't tell me they all didn't happen. Fuck you! I remember them as clear as day. If someone walked up to me on the street when I was still in Zanarkand and told me this was all a dream you know what I would do? Laugh in their face! Or ignore them because I would think they were some random loony wandering the streets. It doesn't make sense! Everything in Spira is the exact same as it was in Zanarkand! The sun rises and sets. There's people like Yuna who try to save the world and people who try to kill you and rob you of all your stuff (it happened to our party on a number of occasions). What makes Spira real and Zanarkand not?
What is the difference between dreams and reality?
Just thinking about this is making me feel like I could go insane! Maybe I'm already insane. I mean I'm supposedly from a made up world so why not be psychotic too! I don't know what is real and what isn't anymore. If Zanarkand is a dream then so be it. I'll be the man who lived in dreams because that dream is my reality. The Zanarkand I'm from is real, no matter what anyone else says. Isn't reality just a matter of perspective? For all we know Spira could be a dream too. We could all be lost in this endless cycle of dreams, searching for reality when there is no such thing. We could live our whole lives thinking the world around us is real until we die and then are told otherwise. So Don't you dare try to tell me that all my hard work, the pain, fear, hate, loneliness, excitement, happiness,…love I felt never existed. If you do try to tell me this then you can tell me what reality is and answer me this
Are you living in the real world?
Though I may be a long time fan fiction reader, this story is my very first piece of fan-fiction I wrote and I thank you for taking the time to read it. So did you find it thought provoking and insightful or just plain confusing. Please feel free to review or PM me about what you thought of the story or if you found anything glaringly wrong with the writing. I'm a horrible proof reader. Hey if you just want to talk about the story, that's fine too. Any type of constructive feedback is welcomed.