Zirconium
By Uniasus
~Oxygen~
8) He did not dream, but sometimes when Sam talked about his most recent one involving them sharing a surfboard, he wished he did.
Human brains did wonderful things at night. They created impossible worlds, both terrible and beautiful, and worked in such an illogical way he couldn't help be awed. He always asked Sam if he remembered his dream from the night before on the way to school, and while the teen didn't always remember, he was getting better at it. It was wondrous, if confusing to hear of the imaginary worlds.
"So here I am, standing in the middle of this house made of ice cream when it all starts to melt. I grab my surf board-"
"I wasn't aware that you know how to surf."
"I don't."
"Where did the surf broad come from?"
Sam shrugged, "It's a dream, who knows. Hammerspace. Anyway, I grab my surf board and paddle out into the ice cream and then this big wave of mint chocolate chip comes at me so I turn the board around. And then you're there, pulling me to my feet, except, you're like, my height, and you shoot at the wave. It turns into pop rocks ice cream, making that snapping sound, and grows twice the size it had been before." Sam measured out a large space between his hand. "And then we caught it, surfed through this prairie, and then...I can't remember much more. Something about a duck in a tree I think. And a elevator that moved sideways."
The absurdity of it all swirled through his processor, but it was a good feeling. He liked getting confused by illogical things, similar to how Mikaela liked scaring herself on roller coasters.
A/N: I'm so sorry for not posting this sooner! You see, life decided to eat me. And to distract myself from the teeth and stomach acid, I turned to reading manga of series I've been meaning to read. And thus got caught up in other fandoms (hence the two new stories that you may or may not have noticed me posting), but my obsession with my distraction (and when am I not distracted by obsessions?) meant my grades dropped and life was like, I'm not done eating you! and I was like Just leave me alone! And it did. Sorta, Spring Break is next week! And I only have two essays to work on during that time (sad, yes, when two essays is a light course load. THIS IS MY SENIOR SEMESTER! I should be cruising, but no~) and that means lots of time to write! There should be no deaths, no friends in a hospital, no crumbling of life plans and rebuilding them, and I refuse to think about the fact that I have no idea where I'll be living come May (but I don't my parents will let that last for long).
I might watch a lot of Doctor Who, but I want to write. You guys have anything in particular you want me to focus on?