To Clear The Mind [Open]

"And I'll cover your left." Trent told her. "Becuase my left ear hears better then a normal ear since I rely on it more." He elaborated. 3 hours ago he was lost in the horse path and now he was makng a good friend. Weird what surprises life can bring you.

"Neither do I." Trent stated. "I grew up in Brazil, so I kind of got accustomed to the heat." Trent said. He had hated the first winter in the states. He went out in a sleevless shirt and shorts, because he didn't really know anything about the climate in the winter. He was used to rain and sun and constant heat.

"I still prefer the scorching heat to the freezing winter." He finally noticed Essie's tired expression. "Are you tired, because you look like your about to pass out." he murmured softly, to not startle her. Whenever he was tired or sleeping and someone tried to wake him up, he'd probably scream at them. But being gentle always helped make him not scream at you.

"Ok then, but if you fall asleep I'm bringing you back to camp." He told her. Sleeping was one of the most important things to him and without sleep, he'd be like Oscar the Grouch from seaseme street. He'd turn green and live in a trashcan. Oscar was the best in Trent's mind.

"Ok, whatever you say Essie." Trent laughed. He wasn't sure if he should bring her back to her cabin or just stay here with her. Either way, he was tired and he leaned against a tree so he could fall asleep. He drifted into the land of dreams and nightmares as soon as he shut his eyes.

"No..." Trent sleep talked, "Don't bite that," He mumbled in a daze. "I'm here, not in Rehab with Lindsey Lohan!" Trent woke up and jumped up after his... Interesting dream. He had been arguing with a phone, that turned into his old friend Pedro that turned into Medusa who was trying to bite him. Then into a toddler that kept calling him Dad. It was very strange.

"STOP! LINDSEY! I WON'T PAY FOR YOUR REHAB!" Trent was startled out of his dream by Essie's hand. For once he was glad that he was woken up, instead of being irritable like he normally was. He did not want to spend another dream with Lindsey Lohan and there imaginary child. It was a nightmare.

"Yeah..." Trent trailed off. "I've actually been told that before." Trent muttered. He had been told that by his sort of old friend, Pedro. OF course, Pedro wasn't completely sane either, but he was an old guy. "But I'll never be as bad as Lindsey." He told her snarkily.

"Ummm, lets just say it involved a baby, divorce papers, and a clown in a straightjacket." He blushed. It wasn't a dream you would think you would repeat. Trent had always had weird dreams, but there's a difference between weird and psychotic.