I conceived the idea for this while my siblings and I were watching Indy Solo: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Surely you wouldn't be able to tell that though, no, not at all. I'm not sure how many of these stories exist, but I apologize if it's been overdone. Lately I've been feeling so productive and wanting to write things, even if they were extremely cliche. This is also my first not overly romantic Star Wars fanfic. REJOICE!
I don't dream, so any dream I had seemed weird and out of place. But this dream was much weirder than the strangest dream I had ever had. That dream had happened years ago though, with female wookiees spoon feeding me some exotic fruit while Chewie was singing karaoke. Somehow, this delusion was something so unnatural. In this dream, it started out with me dressed up smartly and standing at a chalkboard, lecturing some young people on the history of Alderaan, according to the board. There were a small handful of students taking notes avidly, while the rest of the class just stared at me. The tone of whatever I was talking about changed, my hands moving to my hair, which was brushed down nicely against my head. I was wearing the ugliest grey suit I had ever laid eyes on, it impairing my ability to move around freely. Worst of all, my gun wasn't anywhere to be found.
Things went downhill from there quickly. The classroom dissolved into a steamy jungle, an unknown assailants chasing me. I was running as fast as I could in the burning heat of the sun that was throbbing down on me. Sweat dampened my hair, making it cling to my forehead as I ran. A wide brimmed hat kept most of the sun out of my eyes, even though it was made of a heavier material and not helping the fact that I was much too warm. A whip was hanging off my belt, which kept my shirt from flying away on me. A small pocket knife was steadily beating against my chest as I ran away. So in this dream I was a history professor moonlighting as an...adventurer? Yellow grass crunched under my feet as I made my way out of one dense thicket of trees into another.
Out of nowhere, I fell down a hole that must have sealed up after me, because whatever was chasing me wasn't there. However, it was a bittersweet good news, as the bottom of the pit I was falling into was covered in snakes. Not just one or two snakes that weren't going to bug me, but thousands of snakes that were slithering and hissing. When I reached the bottom, I immediately got up and tried to run out of there as fast as I could. But they tangled up my feet, and I fell to the ground. Pain blossomed through my body and I was soon enclosed by the creepy reptiles.
My eyes flew open, the darkness illuminated by the thin moonbeams coming through the curtains. Throwing off my sheets, I swung my legs over to the edge of the bed, pressing my feet firmly to the cold ground as I sat up. Holding my head in my hands, I tried to calm myself. It was nothing but a bad dream, none of it was real. Leia was just on the other side of the bed, and the floor was not made of snakes. My hair wasn't perfectly groomed, and I wasn't dripping with sweat. Breathing deeply, I got up and looked in the closet, feeling the clothing to make sure there weren't any suits. Once I was sure we had none hanging there, I went back to bed. Lying on my back, I studied the ceiling, hoping it held the secret to a restful sleep.
"Han? Is everything okay?" Leia whispered, one of her soft hands lightly touching my arm, a reassurance that my dream was just a figment of my imagination. She wiggled into my side, putting her sleepy head on my chest.
"Just a bad dream. Have I ever told you how much I hate snakes?" I felt her try to suppress a giggle.
"You might have mentioned it once or twice. Now go to sleep, laser brain. We've got that conference tomorrow that you have to go to." I rubbed her back and slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.