I cannot dream
Sorry that is a horrible way to start a story isn't it. My name is Miku, Hatsune Miku. The people in my family are part of a group who can't sleep or to be more precise cannot dream.
But I want to. That's all I think about every day.
"Mother can I dream if I wanted to?" I asked my mother Meiko.
"Yes darling but the consequences will kill you," my mother answered.
I walk away from her wondering what the hell she means by THAT. So I guess I was wrong we can dream but it will kill us. So tonight I'm going to sleep and more importantly dream who cares what my mother thinks or says. I tell my little sister Gumi to cover for me.
"Miku-san what if you get hurt?" she asks
"my gosh I'll be fine;" I answered with a smile.
"Well okay,"
I close my eyes and I am immediately devoured by darkness.
Darkness all around all around. When I open my eyes again the world around are violent and bloody colors that nearly blind my eyes. What the heck is this place I wonder?
"HELLO I NEVER SEEN A NO DREAMER" the voice said.
"hhhhelllo whhhoo aare you?"
"WHY YOUNG MIKU I AM ALL THAT ONE WAS AND ALL THAT IS TO BE DONE"
"so you created dreams" I asked frightened out of my mind.
"NO NO NO YOUNG NO DREAMER I AM DREAMS AND YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME INTO MY REALM"
"why is that you are just a dream, right" I laughed nervously.
"YES I AM A NOT BUT A DREAM BUT TO A NO DREAMER DREAMS ARE THIER DEATH WITH A CHANT I CAN MAKE YOU WITHER DOWN AND DIE AND I PLAN TO TOO."
"why?"I whisper "why me"
"BECAUSE AS I SAID BEFORE YOU ARE THE FIRST NO DREAMER EVER TO COME INTO MY REALM AND I WILL SAVOR EVERY LAST BIT OF YOUR PRETTY FLESH. I ADVISE YOU TO CRY NOW I DON'T LIKE NOISY VICTIMS."
"no I will not cry"
"FINE BY ME"
"AHEM YOU ARE GOING TO DIE NOW
BE THE DREAM
FEEL THE DREAM
FEED THE DREAM
AND STAY WITH THE DREAM
FOREVER AND EVER MORE"
with that I felt like I was being torn to pieces. The tears started to come to my eyes and I heard laughter
"why me, why didn't I listen I'm sorry mother, I'm sorry sister. Forgive me. I love you both," I whisper before roses with knife like thorns came upon me and warped and warped around me. The dream was eating be and the roses where its mouth.
Now that is my tale, the funny part of my tale is that you think you are safe. But you are not, no one is. Wherever we go dreams follow us like a shadow waiting for their moment to eat us alive.