Short Story: Crumbling Dream
With a mighty crack, the world split into three.
The dreamwalkers, who moments ago were locked in a furious battle, immediately left the dream for a safer reality, leaving only two people behind.
“What’s happening?” asked the dreamer, whose only relationship with the previous battle was that a bunch of strangers decided to fight in his dreamscape.
“Your dream is collapsing,” the last dreamwalker said, “If we’re still here when it disappears, we won’t wake up.”
“What do I do? I’m not like you. I can’t go anywhere.”
The world kept crumbling like sand in an hourglass.
“Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I tell you to.”
“What are you going to do?” the dreamer asked as he closed his eyes.
“I’m going to bring you to my dream. One, two.” The dreamwalker exhaled. “Three.”
“Don’t open your eyes yet. I need to rearrange my island.”
“Your dream is an island?”
“With white sands surrounded by brilliant blue water. Can you hear the waves?”
The dream listened. “Yes.”
“Good. Open your eyes.”
The dreamer opened his eyes to a gorgeous but empty island.
“Thank you, but this dream is yours. We never left.”
The dreamwalker smiled.
“You can’t walk between dreams like us, but this is your dream. You have complete control. Remember that next time you get invaded. Later.”
The dreamwalker turned around, but didn’t disappear. Confusion flashed before settling into amusement. The dreamwalker faced the dreamer.
“This is my dream. I have complete control. If I don’t want you to go, you can’t go. Right?” The dreamer smirked.
“True. But complete control comes with practice. Sweet dreams.”
The dreamwalker hopped backwards into the water and vanished without a trace.
Like a dream.