November 4, 2008

Last night I entered Daisuke's dreams. It was an accident. We were watching TV and I took off my gloves to sanitize my hands and Daisuke fell asleep and fell against me. I didn't mean to touch him, but I did and for some reason, I passed out.

I was standing on a rooftop. I looked around. "Wh-Where am I?"

"Kuri-san?" Daisuke said from behind me.

I turned. "I-I am so sorry, Daisuke! I didn't know I could go into your dreams, I swear!"

"I know, but you have to leave," he said. "Someone's coming…"

"I think I know the way out," I said. "I've been somewhere like this before…"

I turned, took a step, and jumped off the roof.

"Wait a second! You can't just—" Daisuke grabbed my wrist.

"It's a dream, Daisuke," I replied. "Just let go. I can't die in someone else's dreams, I don't think."

"I can't just drop you!" he exclaimed.

"I don't belong in your dreams. It's an invasion of privacy." I wrenched free from his grasp and started to fall.

I woke up in the den, but I had fallen off the couch. That's when I saw him. Bradley, my little brother. Or at least, his ghost.

"Krista! You woke up!" he smiled at me.

I rubbed my eyes. "Bradley…I thought you crossed over."

"I did, but there's trouble, so I was sent back."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Him." Bradley pointed at Daisuke. "His enemy is going to kill you."

"Bradley, you don't know that," I said. "And besides, you don't need to worry about me—"

"Kuri-san?" Daisuke woke up. "Were you in my dreams?"

"Go," I whispered to Bradley, and he faded from view.

"What did you say?" Daisuke asked.

"I said, 'no,'" I replied. I didn't want him to know about my all access pass to the dream world and to the ghost plane. "You must have been dreaming. I've been awake this whole time."

Later, I confronted my brother on what he did last night, sending me to my room when Daisuke was about to tell me something.

"Rob, why did you do that? You knew what he was about to say, so why—"

"Because," Rob said. "I…I don't know about him yet."

"You worried about me?" I punched his shoulder.

"Don't flatter yourself, sis."

Another thing. Before I went to bed, Daisuke came up to me and asked, "Did you murder your little brother?"

I gasped and my hands flew to my mouth. "You know about Bradley?"

"Dark told me what he saw," Daisuke said. "What did you do?"

He was serious. I wanted to cry. "Daisuke…I worked for a lab…the same lab that made my hands do…what they do…I stole from them, and so they killed my brother. They killed him. It wasn't me!"

Daisuke looked shocked at my outburst. "I-I'm so sorry!"

"Forget it," I replied, and went to bed.

November 5, 2008

Daisuke had to go home to be with his family for a couple weeks. He might not come back…