Part 1

I looked out the window of the Subaru, watching the dark trees speed
past us. Mom and Tina were silent up front, mom, with her eyes
listless in thought, stared into the road and cars. She was at least
in auto pilot, whilst Tina simply sat, looking out the window like me,
but falling asleep. I turned back to my window, wishing to see
something - ANYTHING! I settled for some nice houses, condominiums as
well. I daydreamed of the possibilities. Oh! The possibilities!!!!
Dad had promised that we were to move from the trailer, into
wherever I wanted. Another trailer, down the road if it took my
pleasure! I'd actually turned down the offer on the condo, for the
trailer instead. This way, we'd be able to travel to our close
friends' home, Canada. Perhaps even to Ireland and Iceland. Maby, if I
were lucky enough, to Asia, Mexico, or Paris. Other places didn't hold
as much intrest to me, and I viewed them as fillers to pass the time
in my life.
I watched the trees, and houses hidden in the tree groves. Thier
lights seemed to pop on as we passed, illuminating the lifted
cielings. They seemed like mansions, high up on hills, by themselves
on fields, yet they fit in. I wished I had the power to truely pick
and choose where I was to live. How good the sound would be in those
raised ceilings!!! I stifled a gasp as my heart fluttered. My father,
playing his guitar to my mother and I singing or playing keyboard. Now
that would be fun, not their plastered faces full of happiness, until
they were out of eachother's range of sight and hearing. I drowened
out my mother's voice, pretending to be asleep as I looked out the
window from under my eyelashes. Traffic had started to pick up,
sending us into a slow 20mph. The music in my ear phones shook
thoughts out of me, cracking me with it's vibrating and beating and
booming. Whizzing things flashed before my eyes, and I picked certain
things out of the dark. A railing, a river, trees, large houses... The
like.
My eyes must've eventually glazed over as I fell into my
imagination yet again. The dryness of them shocked me as I blinked,
falling out of my imagination. So suddenly had I seen the face beyond
the window pane. So suddenly had the eyes locked unto mine, and the
glass had fogged up. I jumped across the seat, or at least tried to.
Computers and a monitor blocked my path. I screamed as the eyes melted
through the glass, coming towards me, calling to come closer. Mother
and Tina did nothing, just stared ahead...
"No!" I yelped, erupting from the dream. I slouched into my seat
as mom asked worriedly what was the matter. "Never mind, I just had a
bad dream." I muttured, and she went off in a flurry of comments, such
as turning my music down, and getting good sleep. I agreed and tried
pitifully not to fall asleep again. I watched the road ahead, and
stuck back to my music. Sooner than I expected, the face showed
itself again, this time running along with the naturally speeding car,
with a contemplatant look upon his face. Why did he look so firmiliar?
Apart from the previous dream, I thought I knew him. Funny. I awaited
his eye glowing tactic, prepared for the worst. Yet, it didn't come. I
placed my hand on the cool window, pretending to touch his face.
Perhaps that's when the dream took a turn for the worst. His face
hardened, and he ran ahead of the car, and stood a few feet ahead of
it, arms outstretched. I bolted upright in my seat as mom let out a
scream. She tried to swirve the car away from him, but it seemed too
late. The car bounded upward, bumping once. Mom skewers the breaks,
and I stay still. There is a chuckling, and I open the door ready to
run, or perhaps to fight if I couldn't get away. But, he had beaten
me, and was crawling out from underneath the car.
"Why don't you just go away?! You're getting to be the most
annoying night mare ever!" I said, stepping back a little.
"If you honestly think I'm a dream, why don't you help me outta
here? As far as I hear, nothing bad can physically happen in your
dreams." He said, and it seemed he was trying hard not to tip the car.
I furrowed my brows, stepping forwards as I came put with a response.
Windows were winding down, angry people asking why we stopped. Mom was
coming out of the car, yelling at me whilst Tina came out crying.
"Why are you crying, you didn't get hurt-" I muttered, going
back to his words. "Anywho, yes, you can get hurt physically in your
dreams. Heart attacks and such." I replied, grabbing his outstretched
forearms as he held on to mine. I pulled him out, grunting a little as
mom was screaming at me to stop.
"You ignore your mother often?" He asked, laughing as he kicked
a dent in mom's Subaru, and pushed us away from it.
"Quite." I said, choking underneath him. Was he speaking in a
thick Irish accent?
"Sorry 'bout tha'." He hopped off me, handing his hand over, and
I took it gratefully. "So thanks, and hopefully? You wan't see me
EVA' again." He lightly knocked my chin, in a playful manner I
suppose, and ran over the car. He hopped off it's top, and wasn't I
expecting him to run off. Suppose if he did, he'd try to kill himself,
looking for someone else to help him, but I wouldn't ever have seen
him again. But you know what? Nothing ever goes like it should. When
that blue Pepsi truck came speeding by, it still skidded on his breaks
for half a mile, my heart absolutely stopped.
Such an odd dream this was, so irregular from my norm. I ran,
thankful I'd run track all these years, to the steaming truck. People
were screaming, and someone popped from the front of the truck. This
time, his shirt was nearly completely burned off, and his pants seemed
like black bandages wrapped loosly around his legs.
"Quite muscular." I commented breathlessly.
"What?!" One of the nearby drivers screamed, prattling on about
his condition, and what was I doing and-
"Could you bear a few moments of silence? We're having a
conversation here." I said, wobbily walking over to him. "I haven't
had this much power in one of my dreams in forever!" I said, and he
just looked at me with a sparkling white smile, and laid his hands on
his hips. He observed me and the crowds around us with piqued
instrest. He didn't seem a whole lot older than me.
"How old ar' you?" He asked, wiping his nose.
"Fourteen, and you?" I smiled, leaning my hands on my own body
as he had his.
"Thirty two." Boy, was I off! "So, in case so need the help of
a fourteen year old, what's your name?" his smile was so nice, and I
could hardly resist, and along with the ideas I had going through my
head, the additional information I was about to give seemed quite minor.
"Classic, and- 162 Hells Hollow, Mitch, Kopvich, 57575." I
recited my name and address, hoping he'd ask for my number instead,
then my dream friend would assuredly come back tomorrow night, at the
right house as well.
"Did I ask for numbers and words as well?" He asked, a little
wary.
"I'm asumptuous and dream a lot as well." I smiled, as he bit
the side of his lip. Alright. I thought, waving. Leave then, make me
feel like an idiot, see I'd I care
"I'll see you around. Oh, and Classic? It's not a dream." He
said, waving back as a couple of medics came up, checking everyone,
and running up to me. I jumped as I noticed everyone breathing hard
around me.
"Are you finally going to speak to us?" They asked, the medics
coming over with a pull-out bed.
"Wha- What do you mean?" I remember asking suddenly drowsily,
and woahs came from everyone, my eyes closed, a man dressed in a clad
black suit with long brown hair falling behind him, darkness.

I still don't know why I remembered his face, or what he was
wearing, or even him at all, why I didn't ask the indestructable
person his name, when he knew mine, and even where I lived! But, you
know what? Nothing ever goes as it should.