At times, I wonder why dreams tag along with me in my sleep. They do nothing except make me long for a happiness that I've lost, or burden me with frightening images- but when I'm in a drugged stupor, I'm left, dazed and scared of every little thing. Even if it were a heavenly visit from my friend Noodle or Russ, I'd still cringe from the harsh voice that knocked on the back of my skull. They aren't real you idiot. But you love them. They aren't real, but they're here. They aren't real dumb arse.

And this would go on… through the seemingly never-ending comatose. I'd welcome them with friendly arms and each time Noodle would show up, I'd find new ways to greet her.

As if she'd been here all along. As if she'd died but came back. As if she meant the absolute world to me, or just a friend that I hadn't seen in a long time. As if she'd go away again forever. Each time I'd be swooped into sleep, I'd be frightened either to wake up, or to fall asleep and dream of gazing into the barrel of a gun or a helicopter following the untouched Windmill Island which occupied the presence of Noodle.

I really hate sleeping…

A soft, feathery hand touched Stuart's head, gingerly pushing away the blue tufts of hair that stuck out beneath his beach hat. The man, unsurprised, took his gaze upward to see a happy Noodle staring back at him from a bed that was bolted above him. Her eyes looked like shining, scarlet rubies that glinted with tears in her eyes. Every other color on her body was in a grayscale as well as the surroundings in this small, bedroom he recognized, was in the Kong Studios building. He did not inspect these things with detail, afraid that if he left the young woman's gaze, she'd fade and disappear.

"Toochie," she spoke. Her eyes grew soft and a tear landed on 2D's forearm. "I miss you, Toochie…"

Her bangs shadowed her face for the most part, but he didn't lose sight of her eyes, for they continued to pool more tears and fall down her face. But this didn't keep her from smiling down at him.

Noodle…

2D opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out or were formed. Only a sigh sounded out when he gave up on his vocals. Agitated at the loss of his voice, he tried pulling his arms up to touch her pale gray face, but his muscles worked against him and stayed put. He was glued in his sitting position on his bunk, with no voice or way of responding to the girl that appeared above him.

Frowning, he furrowed his eyebrows together and continued to stare, dumbfounded, confused, and scared.

"Forgive me, Stuart," her voice had hiccupped and halted before she proceeded with his name in a monotone voice. Her body shuddered and a blue, electric static engulfed her, zapping her appearance into a uniformed one with a leather cap, unblinking eyes and a gunshot through her top-left part of her head.

"Target locked-on. Priority: annihilate prerogative Stuart Pot. Sequence initiated; fire in 5. 4. 3…"

2D struggled in his place when he gaped at the girl. Her jaws parted at an abnormal width, and her throat extended a large shotgun which protruded from her mouth and aimed at 2D.

He looked down, listening to the robotic drone of her voice as she counted and he fought with all his willpower to move and flee the room but his body failed to cooperate and he was left to sit there, gnashing his teeth together and tears flowing down the sides of his dented face.

"2…1…"

An impossibly loud ringing sound blared through his ears and he flinched awake. His head felt like it sunk in from all the pressure that built up from his headache and he could not hear a thing except for the endless ringing as his eyes flipped open and stared at the bright, fuzzy spots in his field of vision. The thumping in his head made him curl inwards to himself and hug his boney ribcage.

A few minutes later, he began to hear a faint screaming and realized that was coming from his own, torn up throat. He coughed and regretted this as another wave of pain flooded in his ears, into his jaws and behind the sockets of his eyes. Shuddering, he pried his eyes open again to see colors morph into objects. And the objects morphed into a room in which he awoke in and almost every night he fell into the sleepless stupors.

Focusing on his heart beat, he tried to level out his breathing and a dry sheen of sweat began to build up beneath the bangs on his head. An angry-sounding growl from his stomach made him cringe again and he rubbed his eyes, willing to rid himself of the dream and his unclear sights around him.

A light bundle jumped on top of 2D, knocking out his breath and surprising the man, and he groaned before looking over to the mass that sat on his stomach.

It was a human, he was sure of that, but by the sound of the accent of her voice, he wasn't surprised to find a young Noodle screaming out Japanese words that he could only wish to understand. He frowned again, staring at the thin girl before he looked to his window that sat above his bed, unhappy to see them drawn back yet again and revealing not that of a whale, but that of a gas mask with bright red eyes and a long, spindly nose.

His head turned back to Noodle and back to the man that swam outside who began to vigorously bang at the glass on his window. His eyebrows furrowed again and he remembered where he'd seen this thing before- it was stroking the manatee on Melancholy Hill… the day he was taken to Plastic Beach rather than stolen and kidnapped.

He finally looked back to Noodle, who was no longer sitting on his stomach but hiding from the window like 2D himself did when the whale passed by.

A loud metal screeching sounded through the water and the gas-masked man was gone.

Moments later, after Noodle began to whine and scream, the side of 2D's room was caved in through the side and busted through with the remnants of a helicopter and a windmill. Water flooded into the room and both of the band members were caught in a swirling mass of toxic water and waste, accompanied by the moan of a whale and the two red orbs of the gas mask that glowed in the dark depths.

He could not see where he was going or which direction was up, and when another loud moan of the whale sounded closer, 2D began to panic. Noodle was nowhere to be seen and his own chances of survival were slim since he was several stories under water with no air, light or hope to survive on. And soon, he began to sink.

Will ih' hurt, Noodle?

His lungs screamed for air but were slowly filling with the mucky water and farther and farther, he began to sink. Noodle…?

A strange sensation of falling woke him again, pulling his mind out of his dream again and he sat-upright; his eyes stinging and brain foggy. He shuddered and fell off his bed, crawled to his rubbish bin and heaved.

How'd I get back in my room? What's goin' on? Calm down…Jus' a dream…

He heaved once more into the bin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. All he could do was stare- frightened of every sound and thing that sat in his room, worried for another dream to unleash it's horror upon his head and drive him mental. A dream within a dream was NOT what he needed and it was definitely one of the last things he wanted on his mind since all he could think about was the headache that never went away and how he missed his past and hated looking forward to his miserable future, stuck on an island with Murdoc and a whale…STOP THINKING ABOUT THE DAMN WHALE ALREADY!

I'm tired of these… dreams in dreams in dreams in dreams… it's all rubbish to me and I'm tired of dreaming of her… What else can I do on a lost island other than sleep, smoke and watch reruns on zombie movies? Books can be fun, but they'll end up like the movies… I'll read them again. And again. And again until Murdoc decides he's had enough of the island, but that's going to be a while since people are hunting down our location and want to exterminate us…

Christ… I've got nobody who cares for me anymore and anyone who wants anything to do with us wants us killed… That's up-lifting…

The abnormally thin man crawled over to his bed again, dragging the rubbish bin with him in preparation for another case of vomiting his organs out. Instead of getting on the cheap mattress, Stuart curled against the foot of his bed, hiding himself from the elevator and window; the most isolated spot in his room.

A squeaking sound pierced his ears making him flinch and he recognized the sound of the elevator coming down it's shaft. 2D huddled farther into the darkness, hearing voices and he begged them to go away…

"Not anotha' dream… Please no... Not anotha'…," he whimpered, twiddling his fingers and pulling his knees up to his chest in a defensive seating position.

The unmistakable sound of the doors squeaking open and footsteps made him panic, and he wished his body to mold into the wall and under his bed so as to not be found.

"No mo' dreams…" he whispered faintly to himself.

Author's Note:

I've got to get back into the writing habit. I'm working on it though.

And if I'm not nailing the character's voices exactly the way you want it, I'm working on it…

I'm American. I'm trying my hardest to fit their language and speaking ways into the story, but give me a little slack on that… I'm learning as I'm writing.

Bloody Hell. I'm rambling… Please review. I'm desperate for those. Tell me how you think; how should I fix some issues? How should I make it better?

Well, I don't own Gorillaz.

Remember guys… it's a Noodlex2D fanfic…