Here's the next chapter, my dear readers.

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I shoot up in my bed with a name on my lips, but the dream is fading faster than I can remember it. I glance over at the alarm clock on the night stand by my bed. It's 3:25 am on a Tuesday morning, and it's way too early to be thinking. With a groan, I swing my legs off the bed and fully sit up. I yawn and rub my eyes. I really shouldn't be up; I have school today. I honestly can't help it though.

For the past month I've had the same dream over and over again. I've talked to my friends and my parents about it, but no one has any answers for me. Dreams are supposed to mean or signify something, and I just can't figure out this dream. As my pounding heart settles to a steady beat, I try desperately to remember what I was going to say to the funny man in the bowtie. That's when I notice it; my small bedroom is freezing. Getting up from my bed, I walk the five steps it takes to get to my window. The curtains flutter in the cool, night time breeze as the fall air floods in from my open window. I stare at the window in confusion; I was sure I had closed that window before going to bed.

Shaking the remaining slumber from my eyes, I turn on my desk lamp directly next to the window. As I lean in to examine my window, I notice the lock on my window is still turned to the shut position and nothing around or on my window ledge was moved. Could I have forgotten to shut it? It's honestly the most likely possibility; windows don't just open by themselves, well not normally. I sigh and turn to go back to bed so I can be half awake at school tomorrow—err today, but some gut instinct stops me dead.

My eyes take a fleeting glance at the cornfield right outside my house, and they automatically find what made me turn back. Immediately I can see that this is not normal. The farm my family currently lives on has been passed down generation to generation for as long as anyone can remember. I've lived here my whole life, and I can say with certainty that I've never seen that—a roughly shed shaped object—out in the fields before.

It's definitely not time for the morning field work to start; my dad and his hired workers usually start their day's work at six o'clock sharp. I lean out the window slightly to get a better view of the thing that has mysteriously appeared in our field. As I scrutinize it, a flash of recognition shoots through me. I recoil with a sharp gasp and drop down against the wall beneath my window.

The object in the field, it's the same Blue Box from my dream, but it's in real life.

This can't be happening; nothing about this situation is even remotely possible. Imaginary Blue Boxes don't just appear, windows don't just magically open, and most dreams really don't turn out to be true- all Disney songs aside. As my panic begins to rise up like a tidal wave within me, I subconsciously tuck my knees around my chin and place my hands over my face. I need to fight the swelling panic and think through. There has to be a logical explanation somewhere.

I take a deep breath; a rational, sane person would first double check if the Box they thought they saw was real. I take another breathe, and I tentatively move on to my knees and place my hand on the window ledge. Okay brain, I think to myself, we can do this. I slowly move my head and eyes above the ledge in view of the Box. After a quick look that felt all too long, I pop my head back down. I got a good enough look at the Blue Box to confirm that it's real and I'm not seeing things, but I didn't let the Box see me. Wait can it even see? It's a Box for crying out loud! I don't think it can, but I imagine you can't be too careful with suddenly real imaginary things.

As one of my questions was answered, tons more emerged. What is the Box from my dream doing here and what does it want from me? In my dream, the Box didn't seem to want to harm me, but again I can't be too careful. It just seemed that the Box was quite fond of me and I of it. A sudden epiphany rocks through me. The dream can be my reference manual for this whole thing! Why didn't I think of that earlier? It's like I'm half asleep or something. Oh, wait; I am. As wrack my head for the answers, a sudden remembrance hits me like a ton of bricks.

"Doctor…" The whispered phrase stumbles from my mouth, and suddenly I'm not afraid. The half memories form together again in an exhilarating rush. Although I can't quite see the whole picture, it doesn't quite matter to me as much. Somehow I know the Blue Box and the man it contains are friends. I have no idea how or why my gut instinct is now trust when it was fear not five minutes ago, but I feel curiosity and excitement grip me like a hurricane. With that knowledge filling my head, I stand up from my wooden floor grinning like a madman, and I decide then and there I will go and explore the Box.

I rush to my clothing drawer and grab a pair of jeans, my Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy t-shirt, and my socks which I tug on in a hurry. I grab a dark blue and black sweatshirt from my closet as well as grabbing my red converse to slip on. My fingers fly as I tie my shoes; soon I am grabbing the remaining items I want on my quest- my sketch book and a flash light- and shove them in my jeans pocket with my phone. I run a hand through my short, very vibrant blue hair, and then I'm ready to set off on my adventure.

I creep out my bedroom door and into the upstairs hallway of my family's house. Getting down the creaky, old stairs without making noise is usually a challenge for me, but tonight it's like I'm an entirely different person. The old floorboards of the family farmhouse are silent as I descend onto the first floor. The frozen images of my ancestors smile down on me as if to say its okay that I'm sneaking out, on a school night/day nonetheless. I make it all the way downstairs before I even let myself breathe; I'm through the old yet spacious kitchen and out the back door as quick as lightening.

I let out a quiet, yet exhilarated laugh and then I'm off. The movement of my limbs energizes me as I draw ever nearer. The Blue Box of my dreams is so close, yet at the same time as far away as ever. I take care not to hit the ears of corn as I run, but I still move as quickly as I can. Before too long, I emerge from the long stalks and find myself directly in front of the Blue Box. Without meaning to, I reach out and touch the very thing that has plagued my dreams for weeks.

The dark blue painted wood thrums under my open palm; it feels almost alive. Looking up I see two signs on its front doors. The first, top one is white lettering on a black background; it reads "POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX". The second one is much smaller and is at my chest level, and it also has way more text. Shining my flashlight on it, the sign reads "Police Telephone, FREE For use of PUBLIC, Advice & Assistance Obtainable Immediately, Officer & Cars Respond to all calls, Pull to Open". There is light on top of the Police Box that is flickering slightly; two windows with six panes that face me start at about eye level and continue until completely over my head. I gulp, and look back up at the sign that named this a Police Box.

I don't feel quite ready to enter the mystery Box yet, but I do walk around the outside several times. Once, twice, maybe five times- I honestly lost count- I circle the Box; all the while with my hand still on it. I take yet another deep breath and pause in front of the doors that I had seen so many times. I glance back at my house.

I could still go back; no one had to know I was here. I have a feeling the Police Box would disappear before anyone else has a chance to see it though. This is might only chance to have this adventure, my only chance to live this life. As a stand at the door, I feel something inside of me shift, something big. I turn away from my house and my old life all at once; there is no looking back from here on out. My hand grasps the handle of the Police Box door and without further ado; I open both its door and a door to my new existence.

That's all for now; I hope you enjoyed it!

I'm going to try and post the next chapter on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Until then, DFTBA!