Bored and Tired

Benjamin Salinas

For some odd reason, I had found myself walking along the shorelines of the beach today. Who knew I loved to take long walks on the beach? It seemed just a tad cliche for me, really.
It was a late afternoon, and the sun wasn't shining out it's hard rays. It was perfect, because the last thing I ever wanted is a tan anyway.
Over by the other side of me, I heard a boy talking to himself as he relaxed a bit down by the shore. It would have seem that he was already falling asleep right by the water as well. Such risky water cautions that would lead up to, hey? Heh.
I was a tad curious as to what kinds of dreams he would dream about. Obviously, it was just a personal invasion of privacy to the next level, but I just don't believe in boundaries.
Quickly tip toeing up to the unconscious little boy, I bend over right beside him and tap my finger on his forehead, focusing my energy to explore what he could possibly be dreaming of.

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Benjamin Salinas

And there it was, that tiny little spark that would always start the show. The surroundings around me had been changed, with my range of vision a bit too fuzzy, but will eventually clear up as I finish transporting myself into his unconscious world. And when I knew that I have made it to my destination, it would be clear and apparent that I have. The boy had taken me to a dystopian universe, and it had looked like the zombie apocalypse had just started! Too much Walking Dead perhaps? Probably so.
I had landed on a lone pedestal of rock, where the zombies had gathered all around to target a mysterious being just not too far away from me.
"Er, I was hoping for something more challenging then zombies. I guess this will do then." I sighed, and adjusted my glassed a bit before emerging a bow and arrow onto the clutches of my hands. And then, I had proceeded to take out the zombies one by one, with the amounts of arrows multiplying and the speeds of how I shoot increasing. I know that from real life, I wouldn't be able to gain such skill for even decades of practice. That's what made dreams fun, experiencing the impossible.
In a matter of seconds, all zombies were dead and accounted for. Today, I, Benjamin Salinas, is claimed Hero of Planet Earth!
But before I had even finished the thought, the same victim I had been trying to save had turned into a zombie himself! Just how utterly disappointing is that? I guess I might as well shoot him down to the ground.
Phoomp! Straight through the throat I shot him at. I guess I'm never cut out to be a savior at all, hey?
And there it was, that strange but of course, a familiar feeling. The sleeping subject was transitioning into another dream. This time, the location was a field of flowers. I looked around the place, observing the different kinds of color the flowers have. I was hoping the transition would lead to something a bit more challenging then the last... but oh well.
Right beside me, I saw a young child and a grown woman picking flowers together. The little boy had just been laughing with pure joy, running up to what might have been his mother and leaping into her arms. "Ugh, how disgustingly sentimental. Why don't you take me somewhere else?"
And not a moment too soon, the dream had vanished into a pure substance of black. As the changes, or absence of scenery had gone to, I had felt no support beneath his feet and had began to fall into a ongoing descent to nowhere. Thank the gods though, the sleeping subject's dream self was falling in with me as well. At least now it would be a tad reassuring to not be falling alone... by myself. Of course, like any reasonable person with a bad dream, he was screaming for his life with a look of terror on his expression.
"Hey!" I greeted him with a cheeky smile. "Fancy meeting you here!"

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