I DO NOT OWN SANDMAN!
The rain was soft overhead while I was curled into a ball. My mind was filled with so many thoughts that I felt like I might throw-up. Whenever I closed my eye's all I saw was a whirl of color, and my life flashing before me, mixed with my dreams and desires. I hated when I felt like this I couldn't get up, I couldn't get this to stop, so I gently rocked back and forth, with tears gently streaming down my face.
As I awoke, I was in this strange land again, where the sky was hot pink, and the sun was a crystal blue, the grass was fire red, and the clouds were small puffs of purple. I stumbled out of bed, and on to the floor. This place smelled of sour wine, dusty nights and old leather. When I looked at my self in the mirror, I looked different from last time; I was in this strange land. I had one Bright green eye and One Blue eye with sliver flecks floating around. My hair was short and looked like a two year old had tried cutting it. It was bright yellow with pink strokes intertwined with blue. I started my walk, like I always did in this body; it always seemed like it knows what it was doing without my thoughts. Fist I walked to the doghouse, only to find it empty yet again, and to feel this heart sink even lower. Soon I was down at the fishpond, I laid down in the grass, and where my body touched it, and it turned white. The sun was warm on my body, as I watched the fish swim through the air.
"Have you seen my doggie?" I found myself whispering to the fish as they swam by. This was the fist time I have heard myself speak. My voice was lulled and dreamy, and when I spoke , it was colored like a rainbow, tech-na colored, and the letters were all swirled and scribbled like a five year old tried writing them. A school all turned to me, and swam into a formation that appeared to be a head, and spoke to me in a thousand tiny voices at once.
"No, sorry Delirium, we haven't seen Barnabas." They spoke in word bubbles, which would pop. And they swam off over the horizon. Once again I felt my heart sink; as I closed my eye's and drifted off to sleep. When I awoke I was me again, but I could feel that other person deep inside, I could feel the way she felt. I shuttered. I hated that dream for every time I awoke from it I could feel myself slipping father away, and this new slipping in.