Dreamt Shoreline
I. THE MIND AWAKE AND ASLEEP
"I did it for your own sake, Stan"
No, you didn't-
"I wanted to protect you. I saw it..."
You shouldn't have... because I-!
I. AWAKE
"Stanley… Stanley… wake up!"
"… Mom?" I answered back. I felt very sleepy.
"How are you feeling, dear?" My mom's voice was trembling. Did I miss school or something? I might have overslept.
"Fine… Just a little bit tired… what time is it?"
"You should eat your breakfast first. Let's go downstairs. Your father and sister are waiting for you."
"Yeah… but I'm not that hungry…" And I don't want to see my sister.
"Try to eat something." She went downstairs.
Damn. My legs felt a little numb. I just had to walk slowly until they recovered. That sucked. It's not that I limped but it was quite hard to walk as I'd normally do.
I slowly descended the stairs and sat next to Shelly.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Nothing." I felt I wanted to ask him a lot of questions but nothing came into my mind. Why?
I sighed. It sucked that today would be my first day of high school and I wasn't feeling well at all. I was worried about not making friends the very first day since I didn't want to feel like a loser sitting alone during lunch break.
"Hey turd, time to go to your new school. Afraid you will be beaten up?" Shelly told me.
"Nah…" I answered back. "Afraid you won't find a boyfriend?"
"Get lost!"
The school wasn't very large as I expected. South Park High School, huh?
"Hey!" A blonde guy with short, straight hair greeted me with a huge smile. "I haven't seen you before. That means... you are a new student, right?"
Well, duh.
"I'm Stan."
"I'm Butters!"
He seemed like a nice guy even if he was a little dumb, maybe too goody-goody for his own good. I noticed some students looking at me with a lot of curiosity. That made me feel a little uncomfortable.
"Oh boy! I know what it feels to be the new kid in school. That's why I'll introduce you to some friends. Oh! There is Jimmy!"
A guy with brown hair and crutches greeted me from afar.
"Ah! And there's Kenny!" He pointed at a blonde guy with a messy hair who was smoking and looking at a Playboy magazine. His hand slowly descended towards his zipper and – oh god, I looked away. "He's ummm… quite liberal. Yeah, that's right." Said Butters. Yeah… I can CLEARLY see that. In fact, I don't want to see it.
Another guy was approaching that blonde with the porn magazine. He gave him a couple of bucks and received two magazines in exchange.
"That's Clyde." He pointed at him. "He dates a lot of girls. I wish I would date someone. Then I wouldn't get grounded, I mean-, just forget about that."
Another guy approached them. He had brown skin and black hair.
"That's Token. His family has a lot of money. But he isn't a show off, he's a good guy."
I looked at the other students passing by until someone caught my attention.
There was a guy with vivid red curly hair and bright green eyes. He was shouting to someone on the phone. He might have felt my gaze upon him because he immediately turned around and faced me with his eyes wide open. I felt his stare pierce me, as if he was trying to look deep into the worst of me.
"Are you ok?" Butters asked me. He looked worried. I realized my legs had given up made me fall to the floor. I rubbed my forehead. My head felt fuzzy. The red-haired boy disappeared from my sight. He glared at me one last time before he walked away.
"I'm ok…" I didn't know if I was telling that to Butters or to myself. "Who was him?"
"T-t-that's K-k—Kyle." The boy with the crutches approached us. "H-h-He's the school p-p-pur-president."
"Let's go inside, okay?" I told them.
I wasn't feeling very well. There was so much noise! Those must have been the noisy students walking by. Those annoying girls who loved to squeak a lot.
"Don't girls get tired of screaming?" I complained. "It's annoying…"
"Stan?" Butters shook my shoulder. "Stan?"
My vision started to get a bit blurry.
"I'm ok, let's go."
I swear I heard the crippled kid whispering something to Butters.
We entered the gymnasium. There were plastic chairs for the students and a huge poster which said 'Welcome to South Park High School'. The director gave an extremely boring speech, as expected.
The boy with the red hair and a gorgeous blonde girl with curly hair stepped up to the podium.
"That's Bebe. She's the school vicepresident." Butters whispered to me.
"Good morning teachers, administrators and fellow classmates. My name is Kyle Broflovski. I will be your school president this year..." The boy went on.
"Dude, she's hot! Do you think she'll go out with me?" I overheard one guy telling the blonde guy named Kenny.
"Maybe. Who knows." He answered. "I already did her, you aren't missing anything. Well, maybe her huge knockers."
"Is h-h-he OK? I mean there were no g-g-g-gu-girls when we where outs-..-side." I overheard Jimmy whispering to Butters. Of course there were annoying girls screaming, I heard them.
"…We have to embrace the new challenges this new year has for us, give our best and be responsible for our actions. We are all students and teachers. I often ask myself, 'What did I come to learn, and what did I come to teach?' You must know that you can never plan the future by the past. Each one of you, siting right there, will forge their own path based on the decisions they take today. The only thing that matters is your present."
"Hey." Butters told me. "I think Mr. Adler will be our homeroom teacher. He's a nice guy."
"Yeah?" I answered. "That's good."
"Not only studying will take you down the right path." The school president went on. "You must also try to be a better person. Perhaps the hardest thing to do is to accept who we are. That is why, whatever happens, keep moving forward. And forgive those who harm us."
Most people weren't paying attention. Their gazes were elsewhere or they were getting sleepy. Except for a couple of guys. The black guy, I think his name was Token, covered his face and started... sobbing? What the-... Another guy, Clyde, looked troubled and lowered his gaze. The playboy magazine guy was biting his lip and staring at the door, as if he wanted to leave. Dunno what could be bothering him. There was a girl with bright red auburn hair who was staring at Bebe. They were communicating by strange hand signs, is that what they call girlspeak? She also looked slightly uncomfortable. Maybe each one of them had their own problems. Especially that boy with a blue chullo. Damn. He was kind of scary with those clear turquoise eyes. His face was emotionless and he was staring at his forearms. What was up with him? SHIT! He saw me looking at him, now he's looking back at me. His icy cold stare sent me the chills. He's definitely someone I don't want to be near!
"-Because nothing is permanent in this wicked world. Not even our troubles. Thank you."
Everyone clapped, even if they hadn't been listening.
"And now the words from our school vicepresident, Bebe Stevens."
"Hey." I nudged Butters. "Who is that creepy guy with a blue chullo."
"Oh, that's Craig Tucker. He doesn't speak a lot and he is quite reserved. He is a good guy but you should stay out of his way."
"Why?"
"Because he… errr… I don't know it's hard to explain. You should let him be." Butters placed his hand on my shoulder.
"You sh-sh-should ku-ku-k-eep your distance from h-hj-him." Said the crippled kid. "And try to ap-p-pu-proach Kyle."
"Approach the school president? What for?"
"You are the new kid and he is the school president. He will help you and can give you some tips."
It would have been easier if said school president was approachable like Butters or Jimmy but he looked so unreachable. It was so hard for me to look directly into his eyes without feeling this weird sensation in my guts.
"-so let his year be special-" Bebe continued with her speech. "-for everyone in here. Let it be filled with surprises. We will laugh, we will cry, we will make lots of friends-"
This 'Kyle' person looked so serious. He looked quite nerdy, with those oval red glasses and his scarf.
"Are you sure I can talk to Kyle? I mean he must be busy and-"
"Just look for him after the entrance ceremony is over."
"Most people walk in and out of your life, but friends leave footprints in your heart. Thank you." Bebe finished and the students clapped.
The entrance ceremony was over and Butters pointed at Kyle.
"Go, buddy, he's right there."
"Don't worry, I can go later, I-"
But Butters had already left. I didn't want to talk to the school president, I just… didn't feel like it. Oh well, let's give it a shot.
"Umm… hey are you… Kyle?"
He turned around and stared at me.
"Yeah? Need something?" The way he answered back was almost intimidating.
"I- I'm Stan. Stan Marsh." I introduced myself.
"Yeah. I know." He whispered.
"You do?" I was surprised.
"Huh." He nodded. "I checked on my register." He said. "As the school president I should know the name of most of the students. Particularly, the new ones."
"Oh I see…"
"Anyways, what do you want?" He was slightly irritated and trying to feign a smile.
"I… I… I'm a new student so I wondered if you could show me around the school or, you know, explain stuff to me like things about the teachers, school breaks…"
"Look I'm sorry but I'm kinda busy at the moment. Do you think it can wait until later? I really need to go."
"Oh- okay. No problem."
"Good. In the meanwhile try asking your classmates."
He left. Just like that. That son of a bitch left!
"At least you could have said 'Goodbye'!" I screamed at him but the guy didn't give a shit about it.
"Did Kyle show you around the school?"
"No. He said he had stuff to do."
"Oh, that's a shame!" Said Butters. "You can look for him later."
"No thanks. I don't think I'd ever get along with the school president." He's just… argh. If he didn't want to help me, he just had to say so instead of wasting my time.
"He must be in that time of the month."
"That time of the month?" I turned around trying to find who had said that.
"I mean he's getting his period." A fat guy climbed into the room from the window. "He must be having those cramps, poor Kahl."
"Dude!" Kenny exclaimed. "You are lucky Mr. Adler hasn't come here yet or he'd cut your balls off with a chainsaw!"
"He won't cause I'm fucking awesome, Kinni!" He said, while putting his hand on my shoulder. "Now there, whatever-your-name-is. Kyle's vagina... has sand on it. And it itches so bad!… so he's always shouting, screaming, whining and bitching. But it gets even worse when he is on his period because he bleeds a lot and he refuses to take meds for it."
"Now, now, Cartman, you shouldn't say mean things about Kyle." Butters told him.
"I'm Eric Cartman. The real school president. The current one is a fucking Jew and it is my job to exterminate him before he betrays us all! If his grandpa betrayed Jesus, he could easily betray the whole classroom! The whole school! He could even betray you! He is dangerous and I need your help before he steals all of our money. Kinni! You are on my side, hurry up and buy me a gun."
"No dude, I won't go against Kyle! Fuck off." Kenny.
"No, you want to go against him but you don't have the money to buy a gun so buy a knife instead. Oh? You don't have a money for a knife? Maybe a kitchen knife? Oh. I forgot you poor people can't afford any cutlery. Tell me Kinni, how does it feel to masturbate with your hand smelling like pop tarts?"
"Cartman drop it off!" I screamed at him. "Stop being an inconsiderate asshole!"
"Get used to it." Kenny sighed.
Recess time came at last. I decided to hang out with Cartman and Kenny.
"Argh! I hate Mr. Adler! He keeps telling me I'm fat!" The fat boy complained.
"Why'd you hate someone for telling the truth?" Kenny said.
"Fuck you, Kenny! At least I don't reuse toilet paper 5 times like you do!"
"Dude, fuck off." He told him. "And why are you still fat? I thought you were going to the gym" Kenny told him.
"Yeah" Cartman said. "But since I'm going to the gym and burning calories I need to eat, you know, moooore. So Instead of having two burgers for lunch I eat 5."
"You are never going to burn calories if you keep eating more and more of them." I told him as a matter of fact. "You should do exercise but eat the same amount of food."
"Are you crazy? I get hungry!" He whined. "I need more calories to burn."
"How many sit-ups do you do?" I asked him.
"About 3 or 4 a day."
"Hmmm… 3 or 4 sets of how much each set?" I asked him.
"Sets? Nah, I do 3 or 4 sit-ups in total." He said proudly.
I rolled my eyes and mentally facepalmed.
After the first recess had ended, another student entered the classroom.
"Oh. Isn't it the school president?" Mr. Adler spoke with a menacing tone. "So apparently being the school president gives you privileges to skip class."
It was Kyle. His hair looked messy and his face was redder than what I remembered. He looked tired and his eyes were quite red. Had he been crying?
"I'm sorry. I had stuff to do." He looked flustered.
"I'm sorry? Stuff to do? The student council meetings do not start until two weeks time. And the teachers have all gone to their classrooms, same as students." He was pissed off. I was pissed off as well, I really thought Kyle had some stuff to do but it was kind of obvious he had been lying to me.
"I'll explain later, Mr. Adler."
"No. You will explain it right now in front of everyone since you have really set a wonderful example to the rest of the class!"
Everyone was quiet and looking at the acclaimed president.
"Can I just… take a seat?" He said. He looked really pissed off. I felt a little bit sorry for him
Mr. Adler's mobile phone started ringing with a cheesy romantic tune. He went to pick it up.
"Hi? Oh, principal Victoria… Ok…. I understand… ok…. Oh, I see…. Yeah…. I'll let it pass… yeah I know… you too." He hanged up. "Ok Kyle take a seat."
Kyle sighed and took a seat next to me. What? I wanted to tell him 'did you finish that important stuff you wanted to do which you never did because you are a fucking liar?' but of course, I couldn't.
"Hey." Kyle whispered to me when Mr. Adler started writing in the blackboard. "I'm sorry I had to leave early. If you want to, we can hang out in the second recess and I can show you around."
"Hmph…" I still felt a little pissed off. "I'll think about it."
"Well… ummm… ok, then." He said, not caring much at all.
I heard Kyle whisper. 'It's better that way.'
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Ah. Sorry, I was just talking to myself."
I decided to go back home with Token and Butters 'cause I couldn't stand Cartman.
"Do you have trouble walking?" Butters asked. "Want me to help you?"
"Dude, are you Ok?" Token asked me. "Is it my imagination or are you limping a bit?"
"I was in an accident. I can't remember much what happened, but when I woke up my whole body felt numb." I told them. "Luckily I didn't break any bones, but I damaged them so I had both of them plastered for a couple of months."
"That must have hurt a lot." Said Butters.
"Yeah, but I'm fine." I smiled. "Thanks for worrying, anyway."
"Good." Said Token. "I'll be going now, I have a date."
"Oh. Is it with Red?" Butters asked.
"Ah? Yeah." He blushed. "Bye, dude. Take care."
"You too." I answered.
"Hey guys! Hey guys! Hey guys! Oh my god! HEY GUYS!" Oh crap. The fat boy came running towards me, dragging Kenny along. No, not dragging him along, more like pulling him from his sleeve. "I just heard an awesome thing! We gotta try it out!"
"What awesome thing?" said Butters.
"Don't listen to him, it's fucking retarded." Kenny complained.
"What are you talking about? It's awesome! Look guys, we just have to fall asleep in Stark's Pond and- oh my god it is just AWESOME-"
"Ah… I don't get it…" I told him.
"You have to fall asleep in Stark's Pond and apparently your dreams become connected with the other people sleeping near you. Something like that." Kenny explained. "He was deceived by a fortune teller, it costed him $100. He paid one to see if he would become filthy rich in the future and if Kyle would die from AIDS but instead the old hag filled him with this shit and he's willing to do it 'cause he wasted $100 on it."
"I'm on Kenny's side, that is quite retarded." I told him. "And who the hell trusts fortune tellers."
"Oh? Are you scared, Stan?"
"No, of course not."
"So why don't you try? There is nothing to lose. Let's go there 9pm. Today!"
"I'll pass." Kenny sighed.
"What? Why? Is it work? Kinni, you don't even earn that much and your parents spend it all on alcohol! So why bother whoring yourself out for $1?"
"Shut up, Cartman! I don't whore myself out, I work as a bartender!" Kenny left fuming.
"Eric that was quite mean…!" Butters said.
"YOU BITCH TOO MUCH!" Cartman shouted at Kenny. "YOU HEARD ME?" COME BACK HERE!" Argh… Who cares? Anyways, you two. Today. At 9pm. Stark's Pond. You must come. It's going to be awesome!"
"Yeah! I can't wait to dream the same stuff you guys dream. Maybe we could dream of an adventure, and save a princess or fight monsters or go to an island or-"
I don't know if I should go… I didn't believe Cartman but there was nothing to lose. Except ending in Butters dream which would be pretty lame.
I returned home and watched some TV. Connecting through a dream, huh? That would be cool but wouldn't it also be a bit… unprivate?
Speaking about dreams… I don't know why I dreamt of that room...
I couldn't remember exactly how the accident went but I did remember the extreme pain I felt. And suddenly, there was no pain. Just numbness. Everything was black and I felt as if I was levitating. Then, I saw a bright light and found myself in another dimension. In dreams that didn't feel as if they belonged to me.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room." An old man with a large nose, round eyes, pointy ears and gray hair was sitting on a luxurious cruiser cabin. I could see the vast sea from the rounded windows. There were many icebergs floating on the ocean. "Ah… a very intriguing guest indeed…" he chuckled.
"Where I am…?" I had asked him. "What is this place…"
The room was covered in velvet blue. I couldn't help but notice the large suitcase hanging over the sofa. There was a large clock attached to it which was set to 8:59 pm. It didn't seem to move at all.
"Ah! Forgive my manners. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Igor… and this is Dywen, my assistant."
A beautiful woman with extremely long black hair tied with a butterfly clip who looked in her mid twenties greeted me with a professional smile.
"Pleased to meet you."
"This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter, memories and possibilities." Igor went on. "A room for those who gave forged a contract."
"A contract?"
"My dear guest. You want to wake up and return to your world. To your reality. Your desire is to avoid falling into deep slumber forever."
"Your strong wishes have manifested through the realms of dreams and those have reached the Velvet Room." Her assistant added. "As such you have been invited here to sign a contract."
"Sign a contract?"
"To accept full responsibility for your actions and embrace the truth. To face those challenges set upon you. That is what the contract is about. In exchange, you will wake up and embrace the world."
My head hurt... a lot.
"I must remind you, my honorable guest, that there will be hard times. Times when you will want to leave everything behind and forget who you really are. Life is not an easy matter. Life... is so exiting to people like me and my assistant, who are just spectators of the remarkable lives of human beings."
I felt sleepy but I decided to sign it as long as I was allowed to wake up from this strange and eerie dream.
"Very well… I shall see you again in another dream."
And that's when I woke up. From both my dream and my coma.
II. ASLEEP
"Is everyone ready?" Said Cartman.
"This will be awesome!" Said Butters.
"I d-d-d-on't th-th-th-ink it is a good i-d-d-eah" Cartman had dragged the crippled kid along too.
We all laid down on Stark's Pond shore.
"Guys! Close your eyes!" The fatboy commanded.
As expected. The minutes went by and nothing happened.
"Cartman I think we should stop now and just go home-"
"WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU SLEEPING! YOU NEED TO SLEEP OR ELSE IT WON'T WORK! EVERYONE! SLEEP! NOW!"
Another few minutes passed by but... yeah, you guessed, nothing.
I noticed there was a blonde guy with a bowl cut taking a nap near us. How could he be wearing a t-shirt when I was freezing in here? There was a strange haze surrounding him.
"Hey, there are few clouds in the sky, maybe tomorrow will be a sunn-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! BUTTERS SLEEP! GODDAMIT!"
"G-g-g-uys I think I better g-g-get going. My g-g-gu-girlfriend is waiting f-f-for me…"
"No, Jimmy! Bros over Hoes!"
"I'm s-s-sorry Eric, I need to g-g-go!"
"Fine! Fine! Just go, you crippled asshole! I'm going to stay here with mah real friends!"
"Jimmy went home, can I go too?"
"No you can't! You are going to stay here! We-"
"I'll go home now." I told him.
"WHY? You-"
"You are being a jerk, Cartman. You need to apologize to Jimmy. And you can't force us to-"
"Shut up, Stan! You are not leaving!"
"I'll leave. This is enough." I stood up, ready to take the road back home through the large pine trees. But there were no pine trees which made me scream from the shock.
"Ahh! Stan?!" Butters screamed as well. Instead of pine trees, there were sky buildings. The grass had been replaced with pavement and the lake had dried up.
"Where is Cartman?" Said Butters. I turned around but he was nowhere to be found. "We've got to search for him! Man, this city is huge!"
"WHO CARES ABOUT CARTMAN, LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
The gray buildings rose up into the sky, looking like fortresses. They had tons of little windows, and all of them were closed. There were a few traffic signs but no cars. The pavement had noticeable cracks, most of them were near the pedestrian crossings. The street light poles were flickering.
"It's chilly in here, isn't it?"
"Yeah." I answered back while hugging myself.
We noticed there were smiling puppets far away. The way they were posing made them look as if they were walking towards one direction.
"Hey! What's that! Let's take a look!"
"Butters!" I shouted and ran after him, but I accidentally bumped into someone.
"Ouch! Watch it, dude!"
"Hi. Emmm…"
It was the blonde kid with the bowl cut.
"Where are we?" We both said in unison. The puppets were starting to creep me out because I was pretty sure several of them had slightly flinched. One of the puppets had a disfigured face and a jewish kippah.
"My name is Bradley Biggle. What's yours?"
"I'm Stan Marsh."
"I think I heard that name somewhere."
"Really?"
"I can't remember when though. But I'm pretty sure everyone here has heard that name."
"Here?"
"Ah. I forgot we were dreaming! My bad." He apologized.
"Hey! How can you tell you are dreaming when you are on your dream?" I asked him. Yeah, since the moment I saw those sky-buildings I knew I was dreaming but of course this was my own dream and there was no way I was connected with Butters or that weird shit Cartman was talking about. However, it was unusual for someone to mention that your dream was, in fact, a dream.
The puppets were no longer smiling. I noticed the sun was a huge light bulb and that there were no plants to be found.
"This sucks." I sighed.
"Can I tag along?"
"Yeah, dude, fine by me."
We walked for a while. The buildings were getting taller and there were policeman puppets with their faces covered with grease. It was plain disgusting.
I noticed someone walking far away. Maybe it could be Butters or Cartman.
"Hey! Guys! Butters? Cartman? It's me! Stan! I'm here!" I waved my arms.
"Stan? Stan?"
I found another puppet who looked exactly like the one wearing the kippah. It moved slowly, in a creepy motion, and pointed at another puppet who looked like... like... what the hell?!
"That puppet looks like you! Amazing!" Said Bradley.
And then said puppet started bleeding, grew larger and larger, like a huge balloon and exploded.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I exclaimed. The other puppets started to explode in a similar way.
"We have to go, NOW!"
The huge light bulb in the sky broke whilst making a deafening sound and the fragments fell to the floor. We avoided most of them but I couldn't prevent getting a small cut from one.
"Shit! Shit! SHIT! Take cover!" Bradley ran after me.
A dark shadow approached us. It was a large black feline with light blueish-green eyes. It showed us its teeth.
"Run! RUN!" I screamed but Bradley just stood there. The feline cornered and circled him very slowly.
"Bradley! You have to move! Now!"
He didn't. He just stood there, going pale.
"Bradley!" I screamed but the feline turned around and jumped at me. He clawed me deep into my ribs and stomach. I screamed and bled all over the place.
I didn't know what to do. Run? Where? The puppets were blocking the previous paths and were pointing at me. The cracks on the pavement had increased in size.
"HELP! CARTMAN! BUTTERS! HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M BLEEDING! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
The beast pushed me to the ground. I could see it smile… it was frightening. It opened his mouth, ready to devour me.
"STAN!"
I heard a scream from a voice I didn't quite recognize and then saw smoke all around the place. Everything went black for a couple of seconds. I blinked and saw a figure fighting with the feline. It was wearing a large black cloak with its head covered by the cloak's hood. He was wielding a sword and had tombstones on his back. Then, I saw the city lights getting brighter and brighter, which made my eyes hurt like hell.
The feline decided to escape but before doing so, he grabbed Bradley with his teeth and threw him into the puppets, which started devouring him, organ per organ. It was very terrifying and disgusting. Before I realized it, I had already began throwing up.
"Stan! Stan! Stan!" Butters came running towards me. "Are you ok? Stan?"
"Bradley!" I was shaking. "… no way…"
"Stan… I don't know what happened but you have to remember this is a dream." Butters said calmly. "Let's wake up, ok?"
"Yeah… let's wake up before this gets worse…"
"Sure, I want to wake up, I just don't know how! And I'm not planing on killing myself to wake up!"
"I'm pretty sure there is another way, Stan." Butters told me. "Why don't we walk all the way back to the lake shore?"
"I don't think that will work... But as long as we get out of here, fine by me." I just wanted to wake up now. This place was insane!
"Let me help you…" Butters placed my arm on his shoulder and helped me walk. I was still bleeding.
"I know this is a dream… but this fucking hurts as if it were real…" I told him. The rest of the walk was silent. The puppets pointed at us.
"I couldn't find Eric…" Butters was worried. "But it doesn't matter, when we wake up, he will be there."
We finally arrived to the dried lake.
We sat down on the shore, admiring the clean waters. Wait… hadn't the lake dried up?
"Look, Stan! There is water on the lake!"
There were golden butterflies dancing above the lake. I began to feel sleepy and laid down. Butters did too. We both closed our eyes and chilled out for a bit.
"Stan?" I heard Butter's voice. I slowly opened my eyes, still heavy with sleep. I could see the lake but there were no butterflies flying above it. Instead of the light bulb, there was the bright moon. I yawned and stretched my arms. "Stan! Did you dream the same as I did?"
I looked around and only found Butters, who was very excited.
"I dreamt we were in a weird place with sky buildings and there were evil puppets, but Cartman got lost and I tried looking for him but I then heard you scream so I came back for you and you were injured, so I carried you back to the shore but we never found Eric and-"
Shit... so we had dreamt the same thing... What the... HOW?!
"Where is Cartman, anyway?"
"Fatboy must have gone home by now." I told him. I didn't want to remember that dream. My head was hurting like hell in this moment. I wanted to go home and rest.
"Yeah."
"Bradley as well."
Butters looked surprised.
"Bradley?"
"Yeah. When we were trying to sleep and Jimmy was with us, there was another guy taking a nap near us."
"How do you know his name is Bradley?" Butters was very confused.
"He told me in my dream. He had a bowl cut. Blonde hair, brown eyes. Bradley… Biggie… Baggie… Biggle! Bradley Biggle."
"So you saw him in your dream." Butters smiled. "That's nice."
"No. I saw him before I feel asleep. When Cartman was yelling at us."
"But you couldn't have seen him… Maybe you mistook him for another person."
"No, Butters. He told me his name was Bradley and it was the same guy taking a nap. Why is it so weird to you?"
"Because... Bradley was murdered two years ago... by C-"
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II. THE MIND OBLIVIOUS AND MISSING
He smiled back. "So you are…"
"…I am what?" I said. Kyle rolled his eyes.
"I'm asking your name. You sure have one."
My name? But… didn't he…
"I- I'm Stan. Stan Marsh."
"Yeah. I know." He whispered.
"You do?" I was surprised.
"Huh." He nodded. "I checked on my register." He said. "As the school president I should know the name of most of the students. Particularly, the new ones."
Wh-Why is he asking my name again?
"You know my name, dude." I told him.
"No, I don't."
"But… you said you looked up my name in your register."
"My register?" He was confused.
"Yeah. The register with every student in the school, including the new ones."
"Why the hell would I have a register and stalk everyone?"
"You TOLD ME my name. You said you had a register!"
"This is the first time I've seen you and… hey! Are you ok?"
