"All dreams are in a sense, dreams of convenience; they help to prolong sleep instead of waking up. Dreams are the guardians of sleep and not its disturbers." Sigmund Freud I thank you.

Ah night, the most powerful relief and source of fear in this mortal world. Some people only see the worst of the dark and are eventually consumed by it but other foolishly try to conquer it and only get conquered instead. The wisest just live with the darkness as an equal like nature intended.

Tonight we take a trip into the darkness within a human mind. You humans use such a small portion of your capable brains that it is a bit pathetic really. But that's mammals for you, always picking the bare minimum, just enough to survive.

Anyways, when you humans dream, your brain is free to do whatever it wishes and control your subconscious and do with it as your brain wishes. That's why dreams seem so real and unreal all at the same time.

Did you know that most people, most nights, always forget what they dreamed about the second they wake up. We'll tonight is one of those nights, the people we visit won't remember a single thing the second they wake up and begin their day without the slightest notion of what their true desire is and what they really want from life.

Tonight we visit four dreams, three girls, one boy and see what their deepest desires in their perfect dream world really are, once and for all. The bad, and the good, the innocent and the guilty, the intelligent and the sly will all intermix tonight.

You know something. Life is good. Here I am, on my snowboard shredding through this mountain having the time of my life.

But here is what bugs me, I can't see the bottom of the mountain, it just keeps going and going. Never ending really.

And the mountain is bare, no trees, no other people, no other animals, just me on my snowboard. It's so cold but I don't feel cold. I'm in a short sleeved shirt and shorts. But I don't seem to question it.

Maybe I'm dreaming. But I can't be dreaming, if this was a dream, Courtney would be here.

"I am here Duncan." I look to my left and there is Courtney, just sitting across from me in this small little restaurant. I don't know how we got here but we're here. I look to the menu but I can't read it.

I look at Courtney and she is just so beautiful. And she isn't in some skimpy outfit like my other dreams but just her regular preppy street clothes. I could stare at her for hours. I think I do because next thing I know we are walking out the restaurant and into the street.

This is my street. I see my house across the street. I look to my left to ask Courtney how we got here but she is already walking across the street. I run to catch up with her when I see my old gang.

My old gang was full of wannabe punks who smoked weak shit and always did stupid pranks. They didn't like when I left the gang but I could beat anyone of those losers up that they didn't attack me when I just walked out the door. I was their leader. I heard this dude we called Gomez took over the gang. But I could beat him up any day of the week.

I can see my old gang heading toward Courtney and I run toward them instead. No one hurts Courtney. But I'm too slow, everything is happening so slow too. I can see Gomez taking out a gun and pointing it, not to me, but to Courtney. I run for all my might and push her to the ground. I take three bullets.

One to my arm. One to my leg. And one to my side.

I wake up in the hospital. I see dark black, faceless people all around my bed. The one person to me side slowly becomes clearer as the others fade away. Eventually the face becomes clear.

Courtney is by my side and smiling at me, a beautiful happy smile with tears in her eyes. She says. "Thank you Duncan. I love you."

And I begin to say the three words that have been wanting to escape me since the day I laid eyes on My Princess, "I love y—"

Suddenly the room jolts and I'm sitting in my bed, alone. The room blackens until I'm surrounded by darkness. I hear laughter, a horrible taunting laugh that pierces my heart. Courtney laughed that laugh when she tricked me into kissing Heather.

I cry myself awake. But I don't remember my dream.

There is no such thing as too much makeup. People might try to tell you different but in reality, everyone needs make up. Don't let anyone tell you different.

I'm in the back of the class staring at the back of Duncan's head. My notebook is filled with his name. When I first saw Duncan, with his piercings, Mohawk, and rough look I thought he would be another boy toy for me.

Fuck, I was dead wrong. I thought I could tame him and make him my little pet like I did to tons of boys with him. I used to be heartbreaker before Duncan.

I guess it takes a heartbreaker to break another heartbreaker's heart. Does that sound confusing to you 'cause it does to me.

Suddenly I'm not in school anymore but I'm at home and I hear the usual fighting going on all around me. Mom and Dad are fighting again and I can't stand it. They never notice me, I bet if I got knocked up they wouldn't care or notice. They would probably call me fat.

I know love exists but I've never experienced it. I thought I loved Duncan for a couple weeks until he dumped me on Facebook. I got dumped on fucking Facebook, do you know how horrible that was to me?

I'm laying in bed and just lay there. I know I don't want Duncan back, he's a horrible guy that will just use me for sex and then dump me for the next slut.

"Hey Slut," that's Duncan's voice. I open my eyes to see Duncan hovering over me. Oh fuck. What the hell does he want?

"What the fuck do you want Duncan?" I told him.

"You," his icy cold teal eyes are penetrating my heart. But my heart is crying, not rejoicing like before.

I sigh sadly and look up at him, I want to cry so badly, and say, "Why? Can't you just leave me alone?"

"No. 'Cause your so easy," he says. Easy. The school slut. The one night stand. I'm sick of people only knowing me by that. I growl in frustration.

"See I knew you wanted me," Duncan says this and leans down to kiss me but I turn my head with tears running down my cheeks. With as much strength as I have left, I push Duncan off me and run out of my house.

I just keep running and running, dodging anything that gets in my way until I collapse next to a river, a roaring wild uncontrollable river and I have to cross it. Don't ask me why but I just have this feeling that I have to cross.

Then I see Duncan running toward me and now I know why I have to cross, to get away from Duncan. I can't handle him in my life anymore. I jump in.

I expect to drown, I expect to die, and I don't expect to live. I think I pass out 'cause I wake out on the other side of the river and Duncan is gone. The river has gone calm and I feel better.

Maybe a life without Duncan controlling it is what I need. Too bad I'll forget the realization when I wake.

When I wake up I hear fighting again and forget that I even had a dream.

Here I am in the office working on my next case. My life is perfect as I become the most successful lawyer in the U.S. I'm called all over the world for my amazing skills as a lawyer.

I can win any case.

I'm walking down to my car when I decide to walk to the Starbucks a couple of blocks away with my leather black briefcase by my side The trip seems slower than usual as I look around the street to see so many families around me.

I ignore them. I have no time for a family with my career. My mother and father retired years ago and I took over their law firm. I control every aspect of this business. I run it just like my parents did, with an iron fist, a cunning brain, and a cold heart.

I enter Starbucks and I order a simple coffee and sit down alone at a small table. I just stare out the tainted see through window for hours. The store is closing and I sit up to see my coffee unfinished and warm.

I look down to my cup and just sip it; no one bothers me even as the store officially closes. The streets dark and lonely but the streetlights slowly come on, one by one. Again, I see families all over the streets.

Then the families all blur together, they slowly fade away until there is no one. I finally get up and exit the store. I walk down the street and keep walking listening to the slow bump-bump when my briefcase hits the side of my leg again and again as I take step after step. I pass the building holding my law firm and everything that makes up my life.

I walk to the park instead and it's dawn as I sit on a cold bench in the bitter morning.

Then one family walks by me without ever looking at me once. The family looks familiar, I see a Dad, a Mom, and two kids, one girl, and one boy. Everyone except the mother has blue eyes, but a special shade of blue, teal.

I recognize Duncan and realize he's married with kids and a beautiful wife that love him to death. I suddenly wish that I was his wife and those were my kids. I lower my head to stare at the concrete gray cement my feet are resting on and feel my eyes wanting to cry.

I don't know why I want to cry until I see my briefcase lying open with papers. I remember working on those papers before I left the office, writing, writing for hours, and hours. But now all of them are blank. I realize that I have no life that all the work I did was for nothing.

I start crying because I know that I ruined my life and I didn't care that I was rich just like my parents were but all I wanted was Duncan and I family of our own but I know that I lost him.

"Courtney, come here." I hear a voice and I look up. I see Duncan's sweet face.

"Come on Mommy!" "Yea Mommy its time to go home," I see the two children running toward me and tugging at my hands as I get up from the bench.

I look up to Duncan trying to figure out what just happened but he says, "Come Princess its time to go home." His arm wraps around my waist, with the other hand tilts my head up and he kisses me.

This kiss is so sweet and loving that I don't let it stop, I keep kissing him for what seems like forever with our kids racing each other home. He stops the kiss, looks down to me and says something that makes my heart burst with happiness.

Duncan says, "I love you Courtney."

I'm crying with joy as I say, "I love you too Duncan." Duncan take my right hand and kiss it and I see a gorgeous brilliant diamond ring on my ring finger. It's so lovely that I can't believe its mine. I can't believe that Duncan's mine.

Duncan takes my hand and holds it in his, and he starts to walk as I follow him. I could follow Duncan anywhere and I do because we just keep walking and walking.

I wake up smiling but I don't know why.

I fucking hate my life.

Wow you must be angry 'cause you don't cuss much.

Shut up.

I don't wanna.

Why the fuck are you here?

Can you please stop cussing. It's not like you or proper. And you know why I'm here.

Yeah sure whatever. And yea I do, you're my freaking conscience.

Exactly.

Well, I'm Gwen's conscience and I have a fetish for being a narrator. I'm not a cricket for you Disney maniacs that believe a talking a cricket can help you do everything right. I'm just the little voice in your mind that sounds like your parents, or your teachers, or whoever tells you what is right and wrong.

Anyways, I'm like a big ball of stuff that's floating above Gwen right now. Gwen is sitting under a tree with her sketch pad but she doesn't have a pencil, or a pen or anything but the pad actually. She's just alone, like usual. Her dreams are usually like this.

Don't ask me why. But today her dream changes a little, I'm guessing either Duncan kissed her or broke her heart again. Her dreams only change because of him. Gwen has loved Duncan since, well forever I guess. But the ending is always the same. Always.

I let the dream take form as it dissolves away to show the mall in the town. I see Duncan and Gwen kissing and two other girls, one skinny Asian girl, I think her name is Heather from the previous dreams where I've see Gwen beating her up for stealing Duncan from her. But the other girl is new to me.

This girl has very pretty onyx eyes, nice brown hair, and tan skin, but that orange tan but a regular healthy, if you can call a tan healthy, tan. I wonder what her name is but she sure seems sad.

This girl is crying while Heather looks like she is… dying? I don't know but Gwen sure has a dark mind when it suits her. I blame Duncan.

Well anyways, Gwen and Duncan are still kissing and Heather, who skin is slowly becoming more and more grey, rushed at the couple. Duncan turns around and kills Heather, with a pocket knife. Now this dream is just getting weird. Since when could someone kill another person with a little pocket knife? Does anyone find that strange or is it just me?

Moving on, Heather suddenly disappears, into nothing. Now the new girl is slowly approaching and she becomes more and more beautiful. I expect Duncan to kill her too but he actually leaves Gwen to go kiss the other girl.

When Gwen runs after Duncan he doesn't even give her a second glance and it seems he is always out of her reach no matter how much she tries to catch up to him. I wonder if that means something but I don't what. In my opinion, Gwen really could do a hundred times better than Duncan but she won't ever listen to me when it comes to that boy.

Gwen suddenly stuck, she can't move. She starts crying and I wish I could comfort her but like I said, she never pays me any attention when it comes to that boy. The dreams dissolves and we're back under the tree with Gwen standing under it watching the cheerleaders.

Gwen's feelings towards cheerleaders are complicated. She will ever be one, she will never be nice to one, she will always ridicule one, but yet, she respects them and wants to be one.

You see Gwen has always felt isolated and left out. Cheerleaders symbolize popularity to Gwen. Gwen really just wants to feel accepted and like by people. It doesn't have to be everyone but at least a few friends.

Why do you think she feel for Duncan? She was smart enough to figure out he would just use and dump her. But he was the most popular boy in school and maybe if she was with her than she would be popular like him. Didn't happen unfortunately for Gwen.

Gwen puts a strong upfront or a stone wall that says FUCK YOU to anyone who tries to bring her down. Gwen is such a strong girl and is so intelligent that she has gotten out of a lot of horrible situations but when it comes to this one boy, everything comes crashing down.

I sure hope Gwen gets that scholarship to the art school in New York so she can forget all about Duncan and how he broke her heart and all the hopes she had for being accepted by her peers. Gwen needs a friend, a real true friend and I sure hope she finds that real soon.

Well that's how the dream ends really, her watching cheerleaders having fun with her standing alone under the tree. This is how it usually ends, I wonder if other teenagers dream about being alone.

But Gwen had that look in her eyes when she watched Duncan kill Heather and I'm scared because that look means she is going to go after Duncan again… Oh great… I wonder if that pretty tan girl can keep Duncan away from Gwen long enough for Gwen to heal.

A conscience can only hope. I wish Gwen would remember her dreams but she won't. I sigh and shake my head as the dream dissolves to nothing and I fade away to my dark little corner. Gwen never remembers anything.

Well well, aren't dreams informing. I certainty think so. Now we move on to the morning and the awaited army meeting.

Boring Author's note so you can skip it: So this idea rather hit me when I was bored in school. That happens a lot to me. Maybe I think too much, I've been accused of that, or at least I think I was… My memory is fuzzy maybe I accused myself… Possibly…

Anyways. Does anyone want to give me a suggestion to how the next chapter at the park with Courtney's geek/nerd army should go? And do I cuss too much in the story?