Inside Andrew's Mind

by Villain84

Andrew is a 20-year-old young man in college with Asperger Syndrome. Watch Andrew's emotions as they guide him along in his day-to-day life. Series of unrelated one-shots about what goes through my own mind during various events in my life. Male emotions at chapter 3 onward. Featuring minor crossovers, and my OC, a sixth emotion, Logic. Rated T for language.

4. The Dream Machine

It had been a good day for Andrew. He did not have to go to work that day, so he had spent the entire day in his Mom's basement playing Skyrim. Fear and Sadness were both somewhat upset he had not accomplished anything that day, but their worries were dismissed knowing that all seven of them, Andrew and emotions alike, had fun with the game. Joy and Logic reminded them that it was good for Andrew to take advantage of his opportunity to have days like this, also reminding Fear that Andrew may not have very many more days to do this.

Now Andrew was in bed, the lamp on his nightstand on. He had masturbated and then watched various youtube videos on his phone and now was too tired to watch any more. He put the phone down, slipped on his retainers, flicked the lamp off, and settled down to sleep. It took a little fidgeting to find a comfortable position, but he found it at last.

"Alright, good work today, people!" Fear announced as everyone got up from their seats. Most systems were powering down for the night, aside from the ones necessary for functioning. The emotions were about to get ready for bed. "Now let's get a good night sleep." And then he remembered something. "Oh, and someone turn on the dream machine please?"

"I'll get it!" Joy exclaimed in delight. While everyone else left for their beds, Joy zipped over to what looked like a giant blender; a large glass bottle atop a metal base. At the base was a control panel labeled "Dream Machine." The panel was not as complicated as the main panel, having only a couple of buttons and dials and a large lever.

Joy simply pulled the lever, and the machine roared to life, making the sound of a vacuum cleaner.

Knowing already his work was done, Joy headed off to join the other emotions in getting ready for bed.

The bottle began to fill with multicolored memory orbs, all randomly chosen, all sucked in from Andrew's memory storage. The orbs all bore the colors of the Andrew's emotions. The most prominent colors were yellow for joy and purple for fear, while there seemed to be few of the others. The orbs bounced and danced around in the bottle, mixing up the memories

At around 3:00 that morning, while it was still dark out, Andrew had slipped off into REM sleep, and the dream machine was in full throttle. The memories have created various images, which traveled through the system onto the big screen.

Andrew dreamt of many things that night, and to his delight, he remembered most of them in the morning. To him, almost every dream was a glorious adventure. In high school, a friend had given him a dream journal to keep track of his dreams. He had finished the journal long ago, filling every single page.

Tonight, he dreamt of playing more Skyrim, facing off against a challenging boss; a mysterious, invisible entity simply known as "He Who Brings Winter." Andrew was facing him in a pitch-black void, with only the snow on the ground visible. It was such a thrill.

Next, before the battle ever finished, he was back at College, in Professor Moon's Irish Literature class. Everybody else seemed to be on top of things; everyone had a journal entry of that previous night's reading, but Andrew did not. Andrew was both horrified and ashamed.

After that, he found himself at the Baltimore Convention Center, just like he had gone to for BronyCon with his friend Dan and his brother Mike. But today, there seemed to be a convention about handicapped pets. Andrew strolled around seeing animals with prosthetics and wheelchairs, and soon came to one area full of pot-bellied pigs.

To Andrew, pot-bellied pigs were some of the cutest domestic animals on the planet, only slightly higher on the scale than pugs. He had an ambition to adopt a pig after he finished college and moved out into his own apartment (one that allowed pets, of course). He would name the pig Kenny, after his favorite character from The Walking Dead.

In the morning, while Andrew went about his morning routine, the emotions would watch over the recorded footage of what Andrew remembered from his dreams.

Author's Note: When I wrote this, I forgot about Dream Production Studios. I like that idea better, and how it was executed in the movie, but I'm too lazy to rewrite this chapter.