Kinda filler so I could fit in the dream part of the song. Oh well.
The dream +_+
There was once a little dream.
No one knows who dreamed this dream. It really was such a small dream.
This made the little dream think.
"I don't want to disappear.
How can I make people dream me?"
The little dream thought and thought, and at last it had an idea.
"I will make people dream me, and they shall create my world."
This was my try at a narrator type voice in the story. In the end I wanted to take it out bit I wanted it to still have the same moods. But I couldn't do it so I left it in. sorry…
Come inside, do you see where we are? A cave you say? Well done we are in a cave. A young boy lives here. No, no- we're not in the dream anymore we are outside of it. Not in reality, and not in the dream. This is the place where dreams live.
Yes, this is where the little wonderland dream lived all by himself.
Most people didn't notice, but the dream was actually just a playful little boy. He had been inside of this boy's head when he had died, and never did the child wake up from the wonderland so the boy had been stuck as the dream.
It's a sad story, but the dream doesn't share how he had captured the feelings of the boy along with his body. This particular child was abused and therefore he was always sad and alone like our dream here feels.
I know, it's sad for the boy. He was beaten to death in his sleep which is why the little dream has trouble leaving anyone in the normal world if they are too sad.
In a way he thought he was helping the ALICE's:
The red ALICE was already dead. He had been bullied since he was young for acting differently from everyone else. He had been running a type of 'game' in his hometown but another had come to destroy him. The dream had heard his mind calling for help even if the boy would not say a thing.
The blue ALICE had been a loner. He had been bullied by his older brother and smothered by his sickly sweet parents. He was sent to a private school and never made any friends there after an incident when he was twelve where his friend had been killed in a violent car crash waiting for him. The dream had taken this ALICE because he wanted to be alone and the dream thought it would be better for them to be alone together.
The green ALICE had been selfish from the start. The first girl the dream had chosen had ran away from her family because they didn't believe in her and used to abuse her. Not with their fists, but with their words. She had begged every night just like the ALICE before her, but she had other wishes that the dream tried to fulfil also, it all ended with disastrous results.
The last ALICE had yet to make their way into the dream. A pair of siblings who were almost always joined at the hand. They had been abused by their parents and were always bullied at school because of the bruises and scars. The stubborn older brother was always there to protect his sister, but the clever little girl was hurt by the simplest of things. The dream had picked these two because they were children. They had imagination and that was just what he wanted in his wonderland. He hoped these two would go better than the rest did…
He thought he was being helpful
-The dream's realm-
"Hm, the queen went mad without her voice. I should've suspected that" The dream sighed as he picked up a needle and thread and stared to sew a pair of button eyes to a doll that he had been making out of straw.
"I need a better approach to this, all the ALICE's I've chosen so far have gone mad, it's all to do with their personality flaws… the first ALICE was stubborn and liked everyone to move for him which meant he met his match when someone went against him. The second ALICE wanted to be alone, and liked the idea of singing, but when large crowds came to visit him he didn't like it as much, he heard his fate in a song and decided to act on it," the child paused to put the green doll he had made to one side, before he started working on another
"The green ALICE was selfish and she wanted to be loved. So when she felt she couldn't be loved because she wasn't noticed, she went mad," he started sewing up a conjoined body of two yellow dolls. "Power turned her into a different girl," he added with a sigh as he accidently pricked himself with a needle. He didn't make any noise about it, just carried on as if he hadn't even felt it.
"My next ALICE will have to be someone special. Someone who doesn't mind being told what to do every once in a while, someone who has someone but doesn't mind being alone with them forever, someone who won't change because they suddenly have power…" the doll the dream was making started to take shape until it formed the body of a girl and a boy who were holding hands. A smile started to split the small boy's face. The doll in his hands had formed the bodies of some twins. And he knew exactly where to find them...