Dylan was sitting there, by the Hollywood sign on those hills. Why had he picked this? He wasn't sure, but it was the only place he could think of to meet (Note: This is also true for me). He looked at the sky. It was the late in the evening. Dinner had been a few hours ago. By dinner, he was referring to the two unfinished donuts and a hotdog that fell on the ground he had managed to salvage. He decided it was worth getting some sleep in the meantime. Who knew when Jeb would arrive or IF he would arrive? Who knew when his next meal was going to be? Worried thoughts and questions consumed his mind until he was finally able to rest.
That night, he had a dream. He dreamt he was trying to run out of a forest, but no matter how many ways he turned, the maze of identical trees never ended. He needed to get out and do something. He couldn't stay in there forever. He looked down and then saw the ground. It was moving beneath his feat, as if it were a treadmill. Even with his greatest attempts, he was unable to even move. Everything around him knew what to do and could change: everything except him. He was confused. He didn't know his next move. He was trapped. All he knew was that he needed to get out.
Note: Dylan's story will be a series of short chapters
