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The Dream Reality
Gaz had a dream last night. She had woken up, oblivious to the fact that she was asleep. She knew she was going to be late for school, but she lay in bed anyway. The phone rang; though, the funny thing was Gaz doesn't have a phone in her room.
She picked it up. It was Dib; he wanted to ask her something.
"Are you awake, Gaz?"
"Not sure." She replied, remembering then that her room was a dull gray color, and not hot pink.
Suddenly, Gaz was in bed again; this time, truly late for school. She stared at her bedside table; no phone. Yes, it was reality.
Not even bothering to brush her unusually perfect blue hair, Gaz made her way downstairs. She still hadn't noticed her hair was blue.
Dib sat at the kitchen table, thinking up a plan to destroy Zim; not unusual. The walls were the same nasty, white color with splotches of brown here and there. Dib was still a ten-foot monster; and her father still a piece of toast.
"Darn it."
Gaz was in bed again; what a surprise. She was late to school.
Gaz made her way down the stairs for the second and first time that day. Grabbing a piece of buttered toast, which thankfully wasn't her father, she ran outside, barely making it to the yellow school bus that was rolling away.
Sitting in her usual spot, the greasy, unnoticeable back of the bus, Gaz brought out her GameSlave.
The school bus was on fire.
Gaz didn't notice the flames until they began to melt her GameSlave. There were shouts of pain, and blood on the windows, which usually didn't bother Gaz. But she was thoroughly scared now; the flames were beginning to engulf her body.
Suddenly, she was not back in bed, but outside, in the drizzle of rain. Gaz was beginning to wonder why she was having so many dreams; and whether she was ever going to wake up or not.
She had in her hand, a book: The Dream Reality.
She turned to the first page, and began to read. It talked about the theory of a dream reality; where your dreams where your reality, and your reality your dreams. Gaz wondered if this was what was happening to her; the dreams seemed realistic enough. She turned to the next page:
"All we see and seem, is but a dream within a dream." Edgar Allan Poe.
Maybe she was just asleep, having a dream within a dream.
Gaz turned around to see a car coming toward her.
The Dream Reality
Gaz had a dream last night. She had woken up, oblivious to the fact that she was asleep. She knew she was going to be late for school, but she lay in bed anyway. The phone rang; though, the funny thing was Gaz doesn't have a phone in her room.
She picked it up. It was Dib; he wanted to ask her something.
"Are you awake, Gaz?"
"Not sure." She replied, remembering then that her room was a dull gray color, and not hot pink.
Suddenly, Gaz was in bed again; this time, truly late for school. She stared at her bedside table; no phone. Yes, it was reality.
Not even bothering to brush her unusually perfect blue hair, Gaz made her way downstairs. She still hadn't noticed her hair was blue.
Dib sat at the kitchen table, thinking up a plan to destroy Zim; not unusual. The walls were the same nasty, white color with splotches of brown here and there. Dib was still a ten-foot monster; and her father still a piece of toast.
"Darn it."
Gaz was in bed again; what a surprise. She was late to school.
Gaz made her way down the stairs for the second and first time that day. Grabbing a piece of buttered toast, which thankfully wasn't her father, she ran outside, barely making it to the yellow school bus that was rolling away.
Sitting in her usual spot, the greasy, unnoticeable back of the bus, Gaz brought out her GameSlave.
The school bus was on fire.
Gaz didn't notice the flames until they began to melt her GameSlave. There were shouts of pain, and blood on the windows, which usually didn't bother Gaz. But she was thoroughly scared now; the flames were beginning to engulf her body.
Suddenly, she was not back in bed, but outside, in the drizzle of rain. Gaz was beginning to wonder why she was having so many dreams; and whether she was ever going to wake up or not.
She had in her hand, a book: The Dream Reality.
She turned to the first page, and began to read. It talked about the theory of a dream reality; where your dreams where your reality, and your reality your dreams. Gaz wondered if this was what was happening to her; the dreams seemed realistic enough. She turned to the next page:
"All we see and seem, is but a dream within a dream." Edgar Allan Poe.
Maybe she was just asleep, having a dream within a dream.
Gaz turned around to see a car coming toward her.