A/N: Hello all! This is by no means my first fanfic, but this is the first one I've decided to post on here, so please be brutal. Brief Disclaimer: I do not own anything FF7 related, I only own Sam, and whatever other Earthling characters that may show up. So some quick info, this will take place completely in the world of FF7, fully in line with the main game. The first two chapters are prologue, there to set up the characters. If you have any questions or critiques, feel free to comment :)
WARNING: It gets into the mature bits right in this first two chapters, so if you're not into that stuff, just skip the last section of each. But understand, some character development happens through that as well (sex isn't had just for the sake of sex every time, y'know)
My life was much like any other's. I was born, grew up, got an education, had friends, and lived a generally average life. Though there were some aspects in my life that seemed, well...above average. I can't fully explain why, as I learn a little bit more about myself every day. Though, possibly, the strangest thing I could describe to you are the dreams I've had. Each one would take place in a strange world, with strange people, very unlike myself. I know, that doesn't sound very strange. It's a dream, and dreams are our subconscious and imagination intertwining to create a new reality for ourselves, be it because of how our day played out just before falling asleep, or things we yearn for in life, or things we are afraid of. These dreams, however, were something a little bit more. What I mean to say, that every time I had one of these dreams, something else would happen. Either some time just before I sleep, giving precedence for the dream I'm about to have, or just after the dream at the moment I wake, something from these dreams would appear in my real world.
I know what you must be thinking: coincidence. My mind is putting two and two together when there are no values to really be added. I would convince myself of that, too. Besides, these dreams and occurrences would only happen once every few years. That is, until one day I found myself in that very world I dreamed about. My name is Sam, and this is my story of how I changed a life, and the fate of an entire world.
It all started when I was just a child. Winter break had just ended and my brother and I were headed back to school. I just turned 6 years old, and was very excited to show my new 'matured' self to my classmates, dressed to impress with a big smile on my face. My older brother walked just ahead of me, having some conversation with his best friend. I chose to walk behind and ignore them, probably talking about something only 3rd graders would understand.
As we walked, my mood slowly started changing. I started feeling a little anxious, tilting my head to look towards the ground in front of me. What if no one noticed that I got older over the break? I continued thinking on it as I clutched my backpack straps tightly, listening to my feet crunching in the snow. What if the other kids make fun of me because I said or did something stupid? No! I can be cool. I'm the oldest one. That means something, right?
With slightly renewed confidence, I looked back up again, noticing my brother and his friend were further ahead than before. I looked around to see if I could find something more interesting to gaze at than their behinds, when I saw one of my classmates across the street also walking to school. Excitedly, and without thinking, I yell over to him, "Ron!" With my big goofy smile back on my face, I take off towards him. Then it happened. I broke the first rule. Don't cross the street by yourself. Also, I broke the second rule. Look both ways before crossing. Before I knew it, I found myself in the middle of the street, stopping dead in my tracks as the blast of a long, loud, deep horn belts at me in my direction. A truck was barreling down the street and all I could do was stand there frozen, staring like a deer in headlights. No, my life did not flash before my eyes. I don't believe that actually happens. It did feel like time did slow down for me, however. Luckily, before the horn had finished its blast, before the truck even brushed me, I felt myself being yanked back into reality. Somebody had grabbed the hanger loop of my backpack and pulled me back to safety as I watched the truck speed past before me. When I looked back to see who saved me, I couldn't see anything. I mean, I could, but not much detail. I'm still not sure if it was because I was still so dazed and confused by what had just happened, or if the sun was just placed perfectly, directly behind this person, but I could make out a vague silhouette with the light just touching the outline. I also thought I saw gray hair...no silver. It was too vibrant to be a dull gray. But those eyes were the most striking of all, like a cat's, glowing in the darkness that shaded this person's face.
I couldn't help but stare, trying to make my eyes adjust to see more, but as I blinked, they were gone. Instead I saw my brother standing there, in perfect detail, with the angriest expression on his face still clutching my backpack loop. Back to reality, for real this time, I knew that day was definitely not going to go as I had planned.
When I crawled into bed that night, I thought about the day's events. School happened, nobody noticed me, as usual. Did well at my school work, had lunch, went home. Overall it was pretty boring. As I was trying to drift into sleep, my mind made it's way back to that morning. It was my brother who pulled me from in front of that truck, that much I knew. But why did I see someone else? Did I have a guardian angel? But what about those eyes? A cat angel, maybe? As I pulled the covers closer towards my chin, bundling myself up to keep warm, I couldn't help but smile at the thought, finally drifting into my first strange dream.
In this dream, it was dark at first, but then everything around me illuminated brightly. It was like a sea of green and blue. It was gorgeous, and warm. I floated in this place for a short while before it all faded into a city street. I looked around, having no recollection of being there before. I wander around for a little bit trying to find my way, but being a small child in a big new place, I eventually found myself lost. This place was dark, and smelly. When I looked up there was no sky. Wait, am I outside? Or inside? I puzzled to myself as I started walking down an alley. There was some garbage, and graffiti on the walls, much like what I've seen in the movies that are set in New York. I spotted a few people here and there, no doubt homeless. I always felt sad when I saw people who had nowhere to go, but being a child I knew there wasn't much I could do. I had no money or food to give. So instead I merely just walked by, gave them a little smile to let them know that I see them, and that I cared, and then kept going.
As I stepped out of the alleyway back towards the street, I noticed a group of boys, much older than me, being really loud and laughing. When I looked closer, I noticed they were torturing a stray cat. How terrible! I yelled at the boys, "Stop it! Leave that poor kitty alone!" Again, without thinking, I found myself running towards the group, breaking the same rules I broke before, and didn't look for the car speeding down the street. And just like before, I stopped, completely frozen. And, as before, I was pulled to safety, well more like rolling, by the same person I saw the first time this happened to me. Only this time, I could actually see him. He was older than me, maybe the same age as brother. But that same hair, those same eyes, were all there. All I could do was lie there with his arms around me. When I felt his grip around me loosen, I looked up, eyes wide and mouth agape as I took in the sight. He was beautiful. Before I could say anything in thanks though, he started to fade, as did my surroundings. The only expression I could see on his face was a look of surprise, at least it seemed that way, before everything turned green and blue again. Then finally, everything went back into darkness.
This dream would be the first of many, though not until much later on, that starred this individual. But only a few would feel as real, and only a few could make me feel like there was more to this universe than just what we've seen on this Earth.
Thirteen years old, hormones going crazy, trying to find my place in this world, figuring out who are my friends and who are two faced: typical teenage hurdles and inquiries, I would think. By this time I have long since forgotten my first dream those long seven years ago. Seeing that silver haired kid was more than a distant memory, but possibly altogether lost to my conscious, and even subconscious, mind. Which is strange, to be honest, as I think on it now. There were so many clues in my life that point to his existence. Perhaps the age gap between what I knew, and what I used to know, may have been some indicator for my forgetfulness, I suppose. Don't worry, you'll understand what I mean in that last statement later on in my story.
Back to my teenage life, the weekend had just ended and just gotten into bed. I took in a deep breath and sighed, feeling seemingly calmer than usual, as my mind drifted into sleep. With that, I found myself in a sea of green and blue. Familiar. And as it fades I find myself in the middle of....a warzone? I hate nightmares. I'm not okay with this. I spied a group of tents just on the outskirts of the battle that's ensuing nearby. With sounds of gunshots and metal clanging, my mind is telling me to run in the other direction, away from everything and into the nearby forest. Hide. But, as is usual in dreams, I have no control over my feet, and find myself heading towards the camp.
Finding the largest tent, I crouch down behind it, out of sight of the soldiers focused on fighting. Lifting the thick fabric ever so slightly, I peaked inside. Nobody, I sighed with relief and I crawled in. I was just barely able to take in the sight of the map in front of me and cots on the sides of the tent before I could hear voices approaching the front flaps. I quickly hide underneath one of the cots, attempting to control my breathing, though probably failing miserably. Luckily, I wasn't heard. I watched as the boots of two men walk in "We're getting slaughtered out there!" Exclaimed the first man, punching the table in anger. The commander, perhaps?
"Sir! Our bullets aren't making contact. I believe they may be using some kind of barrier." Must be a regular soldier.
"Protect Materia?"
"Those are my thoughts, sir."
Materia!? I've heard that word before. I thought back to my room, my mind remembering the many hours I've spent in front of my television with controller in hand, feeling like I was taking part in an epic story of heroism and bravery, magic and science intermingling. Maybe this isn't as much of a nightmare as I thought, smiling goofily to myself, trying not let out a giggle and giving away my position.
During my thoughts I hadn't noticed a three more sets of boots walk into the tent, talking strategy. Already missing most of the conversation from not paying attention, I gained a little bit of courage. Knowing full well now that this is just a dream, I tried peaking my head out from underneath the cot to get a better look at the men. I saw only the backs of the two original men, one of whom wearing a helmet. I know that helmet. I squinted a bit to try and see past them, but they were blocking the view of the other three men who had just presented themselves. I kept pushing my boundaries, inching out more and more. I can see clearly one of the men, garbed all in red, hair red, eyes red. He's definitely a pretty boy, fitting the universe, though his outfit for some reason doesn't match the rest of the men. From the in game clues I'm used to seeing, that usually meant he's somebody of importance, yet I don't recognize him from anywhere. I kept inching more and more, trying to see the rest, when the red man looked in my direction. I noticed him notice me, and I froze, once more, eyes wide. Why could I never just react?
His eyes narrowed as he started walking in my direction. "Genesis?" I heard one of the blocked men speak out as their comrade stalked towards me. I, as quickly as I could, before the others could notice, gathered my head and rolled back underneath the cot. Face first into the wall of the tent, I lifted the farbic and shimmied out. I just lied there, staring up at the sky, breathing heavily. My heart was pounding in my ears, it hurt, as if it were about to beat out of my chest entirely. I could barely even hear the gunshots echoing close by, I was so frightened. Just as I closed my eyes to focus on slowing my heart rate, I heard the cot being moved from inside the tent and the fabric lifted up. My head shot to my right and I held my breath. His red eyes stared right through me, holding a look of confusion. Then I saw the sea blur my peripherals, creeping into my vision. Is it the end? Can I wake up now? My breathing slowed as I saw the other men look at Genesis in confusion. I could see them talking, the red man pointing at me, but I could hear nothing. They couldn't see me. I started fading back into consciousness.
Then, just before the bluegreen completely engulfed my vision, one of the men I couldn't see before stepped into my line of sight. The last thing I saw were those eyes again. Those cat eyes looking straight at me. Could he see me? No, that can't be right. Yet, there they are. I've seen those eyes before. I think...
The very next day, after school, I had come home to an empty house. "Hello! Anybody home?" I called out. Nobody answered. "I guess everybody is still out." I murmured to myself as I headed towards my bedroom. Just before grabbing the knob, I stopped. My dream from that night flashed momentarily, and I felt a draft come from the cracks between the door and the frame. Why is my window open? I took in a deep breath, grabbed the knob, and swiftly swung the door open screaming "Get out of my room!" With a fist ready to punch whoever was in there...but it was empty.
I looked around and saw that nothing was different, nothing had moved or changed. Every detail of my room was...no, three things were different. My game case was cracked. I picked it up off the floor in discontentment and looked inside, relieved to find the discs were fine at least. I walked over to my desk to find my picture frame of myself and friends was lying down. After I set it straight I noticed one last thing. A single black feather. Where did...? I stood there confused. Looking to the left, I saw the window still open. Must have drifted in here when a crow flew by. I thought, though not sure if I really believed it. I shut my window. Somebody was in my room, but nothing was stolen. I flipped the lock and left.
Since that day, my dreams became more abundant. Though when I'd wake I'd forget a majority of what transpired. Only that dream with the red-haired soldier and the cat eyes do I remember vividly. I still had no idea who that first man was. He was nowhere in the main storyline. When I typed his name I only received the holy book as a result.
As the years went by, I found myself playing the series more. Then, one year, I found myself obsessed with it. Scouring the internet, digging into every nook and cranny, sifting through, differentiating the canon story from the popularized theories. I never would have put this much energy into one idea if I had not seen the red haired soldier, G, Genesis, in a secret scene in a new game. That very soldier I thought my mind had conjured up of its own volition three years prior was in a new release as a secret ending. Did I see news about him? I knew some big star in Japan was the model for him. But they wouldn't have made mention of that so early, would they? Finding nothing about it prior to its release, save for a few teasers, I couldn't help myself but to read more about the story, its characters. With each new installment that starred any of the characters, I made sure that I played it, or watched it. Searching everywhere on the web for pictures upon pictures, stories, theories, dates, people, all of it. All information was being soaked into my brain. It got to the point where I could tell you not only every main person's age, but also their height and weight. Insignificant facts they may have been, but I couldn't help myself. I became a walking encyclopedia of Final Fantasy VII.
My friends and family passed it off as a phase. Maybe it was. I didn't know. I just knew what I saw and nothing made sense.
The years continued on, and I certainly did calm down a bit. I still had a small obsession, or at least my friends saw it that way because of how much I knew. But a lot of information you willingly learn about in life is much like figuring out how to ride a bicycle: you don't really forget. Especially now, I had no more time for research outside of the sciences of my current physical world. A college student, a studious one, gets no rest, no free time. With how much I focused on my studies, I found myself no longer thinking about my dream. Any conversation I had pertained only to my studies, or what to have for food.
Mentally exhausted, I came back to my dorm, put down my backpack and headed into the bathroom. I didn't even have to use it, I just needed to look at myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair as I watched the bags grow underneath my eyes. If these grow anymore my whole face is just going to look like a giant bruise. I sighed and splashed water onto my face, rubbing my eyes to try and wake them up. After drying off, I leave to go back into my bedroom and dig through my backpack for my planner. After some time of sifting, I gave up and frustratingly turned my bag upside down over my desk and just let everything fall out. Pens, pencils, paper, books, everything just came down in thuds, only some of it actually landing on the table. Everything else just bouncing off or flying off in a different direction.
I sighed as I bent down to pick everything up off the floor, when under a paper I found something. A feather? "Crow...I thought I heard something flapping around in that tree earlier." The feather I now held in my hand looked very similar to the black feather I had found in my bedroom back home. I couldn't help but smile as I stopped and thought about those cat eyes. You know, I think I know to whom those eyes belong. And I bet it's the same person that used to own this feather. I smiled to myself and thought, God I must be delusional, I laughed, only slightly hysterically, lack of sleep will do that to you, Sam. I sighed and picked up the feather and placed it on my night table. I glanced at the bed. God was I tired. A small nap couldn't hurt. Besides, I wouldn't mind seeing him again. Aware that I only saw him when I was asleep, I decided to crawl into bed, pull up the covers, and the moment my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
It took less than a few moments for the blue and green to fill my vision and then immediately fade into a room. I groggily looked around, this room wasn't too different from my dorm room. Though it was more spacious, much more spacious. My dorm room was a closet in comparison to this bedroom. Bedroom? I looked down to see I was in a king size bed. Then, realizing the comfort, my body automatically laid back down. I gasped when my head hit the pillow, It's like a cloud. I pulled the thick, soft covers up to my chin. I know I came here to see him...but I'm sure this is just another one of the dreams I'd end up forgetting anyway. I took in a deep breath and sighed contentedly as I allowed myself to drift off into sleep and everything went black. It was possibly the most restful sleep I had gotten in a long time. The kind where there were no dreams, no nightmares, just pure unadulterated rest. I'm not sure how long I was there before the sea of blue and green came back, if it even did. I think I may have even slept through that.
As my alarm woke me, I remembered everything up to the point I fell asleep. Then it hit me, "Oh no! That was supposed to be one of the good ones." Still tired, and now frustrated with myself, I could have had a really pleasant dream that was as vivid as real life. I cursed loudly at myself. I should have known from how the dream started. It started the same way those past dreams did with the sea. All the others never started like that, and those were the one I would instantly forget. I grumbled and grunted as I got out of bed and continued my day, heading to my next class, trying not to think about the missed opportunity.
Those were all the dream I could remember. I did have one more before my journey, although, to this day, I'm still not sure of whether I dreamt it or not. This one was too realistic, and it took place within my own world. I don't remember going to bed prior to it, but I did wake up from it. Needless to say, it was most certainly my most enjoyable dream.
I was living in my own place, well, a shared place, with my fiance. We've been together for 5 years and just recently got engaged a few months prior. He knows close to everything about me and I about him. We were happy enough, definitely more than comfortable. Though I did feel as if there was something missing from our relationship. We'd get into arguments more often than I'd like to admit, and there would be times I'd rather be playing my games than spending time with him. And when it came time to have, well, 'fun times,' it felt more like we were just going through the motions. My last night on Earth was spent doing just that.
I had just gotten the one game I had been looking forward to getting for twenty years. A remade version of my childhood. I'd never been more excited and there it was, in my hands, fingers hastily clawing at the plastic that covered the box. Just as I was about to pop the disc into my console, I felt hands grab my wrist to stop me. I looked up in utter sadness, letting out a small whine. "Whaa?" I asked my fiance as he gave me one of his looks that said that he wanted me. All I could do was groan in response, "I just got my game. Why now?"
"Because I know once you start playing I'm not going to see you again." He responded so matter of factly. "Just give me tonight. You can play in the morning."
I whined a bit, looking at the game in my hand, then to his hand on my wrist, and then to his face. I kept going back and forth between him and my game, seriously debating what was more important. I made a face of utter defeat and resignation and I put the game down. I got up to follow him to the bedroom and sighed, looking back at the game and reaching out to it with my free hand as if it were a long lost lover, "Soon, my love. Soon. Just until tomorrow morning. We've waited this long, what's one more night."
"Seriously?" he looked at my dramatics with a raised eyebrow. I just shrugged at him and laughed before we closed the door to the bedroom and shut off the light.
As I said before, we really were just going through the motions. I cared for him, sure, but something somewhere got lost in the time that we've been together. We'd made sure to always face each other each time we did this, in hopes that by actively seeing each other it would keep the love alive. But I just wasn't as into it, and I feel he only wants it just to satisfy his libido. As I laid there, my fiance buried his face into my neck. I closed my eyes to feel his breathing on my neck. Maybe if I diminish my sight, the rest of my senses will rise, and maybe that will get me more into it? Sounded plausible. Despite what I had intended by closing my eyes, I felt my whole body relax and my breathing became even. No, that isn't right, relaxation is supposed to be the last thing I should feel. Eh, oh well.
After a few moments, I felt him tense up and his movement, his breathing, stopped. My brow furrowed as I slowly opened my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something when I saw him lift his head. When he turned to face me, I saw something I couldn't believe. My eyes, wide with surprise. As were his, staring right back into mine. I hadn't even realized I stopped breathing until I started feeling light headed. I took in a breath as I touched his face: so smooth, like porcelain, yet soft. My fingers continued to roam, twining into the silver hair that fell from his head and surrounded our bodies, my face in awe as it shined from the city streetlights flowing through the window. His eyes never wavered from mine, and as if he had never seen another person before, he lifted his own hand to touch my face. Just the brush of his fingers sent chills down my spine. Without realizing what I was doing, I heard myself whisper, "Sephiroth." That did it. His eyes, those eyes, I didn't even know could go any wider.
"you...know me?" He softly whispered. The low grumble of his voice was unbelievable. I've heard it before, but to be so close where I could feel the breath from each word spoken. I just nodded slightly, and he took in a breath, "I know you..."
"you do?" Now it was my turn. How could he possibly know me? I was nobody. I was not a protagonist, or antagonist, of any story. My name or face showed nowhere in the public eye. "ho-" I was about to ask him, when he finally looked away from my eyes. His hand caressing my cheek, and then to my hair, as I had just did to him a few moments earlier. Only his face was furrowed, intensely focused as if solving a puzzle. His fingers eventually found its way back down my face, to my neck and shoulders. He looked as if he'd never seen another human being before, which I know for a fact to be false. Then, finally, his gaze went low enough to realize what position he was in...what position we were in. He face shot back up to mine, with both confusion, and fear? I felt my cheeks grow hot. Even I had forgotten about where we were. Our breaths had quickened slightly at this realization.
I watched as his eyes darted around, probably trying to figure out how to move forward from here. Neither of us moved. My fiance and I were already in the middle of...my cheeks grew even hotter. He's inside me. I soon found my own eyes darting around, trying to figure out the same thing he's trying to. Am I cheating? Can I even cheat with somebody who doesn't actually exist, though? But the more we waited, the more aware of him I became, the faster my heart raced. We weren't moving, but I could feel him.
Finally our gazes rested on each other once more, he must have come to the same conclusion as myself. I bit my lip, and he raised an eyebrow in response. He moved his hand back to my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip, forcing my teeth to set it free. His face inched closer to mine. I heard him swallow before taking a shaky breath. He was nervous.
So was I.
Before I could change my mind, that perhaps this was wrong, his lips were on mine. I hitched my breath as I felt him push further into me. He moved his hand from my cheek to grasp my shoulder. He was strong, much stronger than I previously thought. I nearly yelped from the pain in my shoulder had my mind not become preoccupied with everything else he was doing. All I could do was moan into his mouth, giving him invitation to explore it with his tongue. Whatever doubts I had quickly vanished, piece by piece, with each thrust, slowly building up a rhythm until I couldn't think about anything else but this very moment. At the very least, I am dreaming. I must be, right?
He broke away from my lips and I looked at him, watched him. He sat up to grab my waist, keeping uprght but never slowing. I watched his eyes roam my body before closing them, furrowing his brow. Focusing again? There's nothing here to focus on, nothing to think about. Just do. I propped myself up on my elbows and wrapped my legs around him, halting him. He opened his eyes, a slightly confused expression as he tilted his head. I couldn't help but smirk. I've seen what he's done, known what he was capable of, but at that moment, that expression looked so innocent. Keeping myself propped on my right elbow, I reach my left hand to his neck and bring him back down to me, slowly. Once he was close enough, I Iet go of his neck and gently caressed his cheek. His expression relaxed under my touch. Without another word he returned his lips to mine, a small kiss. He gently pushed me back down to the bed and then undid my legs from around him. He continued where he left off, but this time explored my body as well. Touching every inch that he could find. For someone who works with his hands day in and day out, they're surprisingly soft. With all the strength emanating from him, I can sense a gentleness.
But before I could get comfortable with this pace, despite his stoic and calm nature, there exists an animal living inside of him. After learning every inch of me, I can only assume he's satisfied with his findings as I see a smirk play across his lips. I stare back at him, immensely confused. He slowly reaches for my nipple with his right hand, toying with it lackadaisically. He lowers his head to the other one, occasionally flicking it with his tongue, that smirk never leaving his face, never breaking eye contact. I get a few chills as I stare back at him. God, what is going on in his mind? Then before I know what he was going to do next, I'm seeing stars. While he was distracting me with my chest, his other hand went straight down to my most sensitive spot. The tip of the iceberg that put me over the edge. I can't hold back my moans as his thrusts become more fervent while his hand played with me roughly. I grab his hair, balling up what I could grab in my fist. He moves his mouth from my chest to my face, covering my mouth to try and muffle me as my moans grow louder and louder.
My hips started moving of their own accord, rocking into him, causing each thrust to hit harder inside. I feel myself clenching in response to him, making me even more sensitive to the action. He growls into my mouth and I feel my mind completely melt at the sound as my eyes roll back. He detaches from my mouth and moves his face to the side of mine. I can hear his labored breathing as his tongue laps at lobe of my ear. I let out a shudder. He grasps both of my hips once more, tightly this time, and bites down on my neck, his thrusts slowing, but deepening: each one harder than the last. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out one last long moan as my whole body convulsed, and I could feel him go over the edge as he let out a groan to match mine.
I could feel him collapse on top of me, before rolling off to my side, with only an arm left to drape over me. We were both dripping, with sweat and other fluids of sorts. I listened to both of our breathing trying in vain to slow down. I could have sworn I heard him whisper "thank you," but I could only barely hear him say anything past my heart pounding in my ears. I turned to him to ask him to repeat himself, but before I could, darkness overtook me.
I was suddenly jolted awake by a large crashing sound. I looked behind me to see my fiance, passed out into the deepest sleep I'd ever seen him. I looked around and found that the window was broken. Scared that somebody on the outside broke it, I got up and looked outside to find the glass had fallen to the ground just in front of our porch. It broke from the inside, but how? I looked around to find nobody else in the room. Cautiously, I walked through the apartment to find no one else there.
I quickly put on some clothes from the hamper, and ran outside. With my sweater half on, I looked down to inspect the damage. There wasn't much to look at outside of the fact that it was broken glass. I looked around to see if anybody was nearby, perhaps somebody was in the apartment and tried jumping out? No, that was ridiculous. But then how?
As I surveyed the area, I finally found myself looking up, and saw that I could no longer see the stars. Instead I could only see this aurora of aquatic colors. I looked around on the street to see if anyone else could see this, but the night was silent save for the small hum emanating from the turquoise stream above. What in the world?
With my sweater zipped up, I hugged myself from the chill of being outside. I decide to head back when I saw something that made me freeze in my tracks. I barely had one foot on the first step to the porch when I saw a green tendril, like a wisp of hair, extend downwards, undulating in front of me. I could see spots of light dancing around inside of it, as if they were alive. Then, with what I thought to be my imaginings of earlier in the night still in mind, I recognized what was in front of me that connected to the stream in the sky. "That stream is...? But how?" I reached towards it as I murmured to myself and I felt an immediate warmth extend from my hand to the rest of my body. Not the kind of warmth I felt before, but a calming one.
I tried to pull my hand away, scared of what this might mean, but I couldn't. It had ensnared me. I tried turning around and pulling away with my whole body but more of the Lifestream came down, completely engulfing me. I gasped, but no air filled my lungs. I tried to move, but I was already in the air, far above the apartment buildings that lined my street, and only watched them grow smaller and smaller. Then, like a bullet from a gun, I felt all feeling disappear from my body as I'm shot through the familiar sea of green and blue I'd experienced enough times before in my dreams. But will I wake up this time? And if I do, where will I wake up?