Chapter 1: Welcome
Imagine that you were at home. Now imagine that something was wrong with it. Like a part of it being different or missing. Or maybe someone you knew looked off. And to top it all off, it keeps changing and changing every day. That is how I would describe the Dreamscape. It's your home, but it's also not your home. The Dreamscape is inconsistent, but also consistent. With everything wrong with the Dreamscape, there is something right.
I remember my first day in the Dreamscape. My house was just as it should be. However, someone I knew wasn't. She had the body of my mother but the head of a Picasso painting. That was strange, but I somehow wasn't the least bit terrified. At the most, I wondered, "Who is this woman?" (I was quite a peculiar child)
Then she called me over. I went up to her as if she were someone I knew. I even let her set me on her lap and all. She looked at me straight in the eye with malice. I just observed her strange yellow head which didn't fit with my mother's plump brown body.
"Listen here, little girl," She hissed, "Well all is said and done, I am going to kill you."
I let out a daunting laugh and argued, "No, I am going to kill you!"
And I did just that, but not intentionally. It wasn't a violent death either. I just looked to my left for a moment, and when I turned back, her head was gone. She wasn't beheaded either. It was as if someone was born without a head. After that, I just went my way.
That woman is now a separate being from my mother. She calls herself Mara, and she still wants me dead. Not that she is a problem. While she has elaborate ideas on how to kill me, all I have to do is wish death upon her. At most, she is a nuisance.
Then there was the first time my house had changed. The fancy white muntins were gone, which meant I could now climb out. I didn't think about how peculiar it was and just climbed out. I was on the first floor (or as the Americans know it, the second floor) and I could of very well fallen to my death. Lucky me, there was a glowing blue orb that I was small enough to stand on. Outside, I could see moons flying up to the sky. There were these blue crescent moons I could stand on. And there were white crescent moons that needed to aid of jet packs. I could not ride on those moons safely.
In the distance, I could see another orb just like mines. If only it had more, I thought. I could've gone to a cool place. I would've hopped from one to the other. The moons would take me to the sky, and I wasn't at all in the mood. So, I just went back inside. I went to the ground floor to play with my baby doll. The majority of my house's walls were pink. The only rooms that weren't pink were the kitchen, the bathroom and the spare room. In the backyard, I had a pet cat-boat. I named her Neko, even though I didn't know how to pronounce it for a while, so I often called her Nico instead. I found her in Parodius, and I liked her very much. So, I took her home.
Then I had a strange idea. What if I cursed my baby doll? I had a cursed Zuma game for my NES, so it was easy. In this version of Zuma, if you lose, you'd be possessed by a demon but only if you're still in the room. So, I put on the game and left my doll. And I got more than what I wanted. Neko went in. I would've gone after her, but I didn't want to get cursed. And as soon as she went in, I heard that dreaded game over sound. I cursed more than I intended.
When I was sure that it was safe, I went back into the bedroom. Neko wasn't there anymore. So, I just picked up my baby doll. Its eyes were green and cloudy, the entire thing.
"You want to hurt me?" I mocked, "But you can't do anything; you're a doll."
Just as I was leaving the room, Neko flew inside. Before she pounced me, I could see that her eyes were also cloudy and she was bloodthirsty. Before I knew it, I was in front of Miss Olga's house. I was upset by this; I hated to go by Miss Olga. She was my mean old hairdresser. I hated how she made me do all this stuff for her and how she'd yell at me. Not to mention, her place is boring. I might as well go home.
For some reason, the street lights were off despite it being night time. At least it wasn't completely dark; I could still see where I was going. It was a ghost town, where I was. There was no one on the streets. There were no cars on the road, and it looked to me that no one resided in any of the houses. Well, no human being, that is. Then I found someone's labyrinth of a garden. I groaned; this was going to take a while.
It seemed that with every turn, I found myself in a dead-end. The bushes didn't help either. I think, at one point, I stopped caring about going home. I cared more about getting out. Then I made it to the heart of the labyrinth. There was a large porcelain fountain and two Doberman Pinschers. I knew that they were guard dogs. If I woke them up, I'd be digging my own grave. So, I walked passed them as slowly and as quietly as possible. This made the entirety of the labyrinth look like a joke. At least, I made it to the other half, I thought. The other half, I'm sure, is no different from the first half. But I forgot all about it. I was more focused on where it led me. I found myself on this street with lights and the occasional car that drove by. Now I knew that I was on my way to someplace interesting.
Chapter 2: A Nice Long Walk
I might as well explore the place. I only have one life to live.
Thank you for the five hits, Dreamers. It makes me feel so good to know that people love my dreams. I would've published all of my dreams regardless of all the attention, but this motivates me!
No one passing by saw anything wrong with a child walking down the road at midnight. I was no older than six years old and even looked younger. But I guess rich people couldn't be bothered with a common girl. But it couldn't be helped. The pink dress, as worn as it is, was my favourite. The cheap plastic slippers were pretty in my eyes. Though, it would be nice to have whatever the rich kids would wear.
Eventually, I found myself in a kingdom. And Micky Mouse in his wizard costume, too. He was panicking and cried out over and over, "Dreamy! Where are you, Dreamy? Come out here, Dreamy?"
He passed me straight at first, but then he came back and had a closer look. Then he was crossed, "Princess Dreamy, what are you doing in common clothes?"
"I am not Princess Dreamy!" I protested, "My name is Bashira! I--"
Before he could let me finish, Mickey grabbed me by the hand.
"Your Majesty, enough of this!" He scolded, "Like a princess, it is your responsibility to attend royal balls. I am taking you back to the castle!"
He snapped his fingers, and before we knew it, we found ourselves in a pink castle filled with toys. He took me up a great flight of stairs and led me to some girl's bedroom.
"Now, you are to get ready!" And with that, Mickey disappeared.
I noticed a small hole on the wall, and I peeped through. I could see it all. The bright colours of the masquerade, the couples swirling and twirling in their splendour and, the most important thing, the food. And to think that I would be a part of this! As the crown princess of Carnival Land, it was my duty to attend balls and parties like this one. After all, that is what being a princess is all about, right?
Enough time was being wasted just watching from a hole in the wall. I had to get ready. Somehow, despite this being a formal event, my clothes were very informal. I didn't mind it back then, but now I think it would be better if I had a ball gown. No, instead I had a sleeveless shirt, a pair of pants and sneakers. My hennin was perhaps my only formal piece of clothing. Everything was pink. After all, it was the time when I was obsessed with pink.
I struggled with my hennin for a good while before I could present myself. Maybe it had something to do with my hair. But I did manage to get it on eventually. Nobody seemed to care about this princess' informal dress. When I presented myself, there was nothing but compliments. They talked about how elegantly I dress and how beautiful I was.
I danced with every boy in the ball. Well, every boy except for one. He had a queue and wore a karate Gi. His skin was brown, and he looked grumpy.
"Hello!" I greeted.
"Don't talk to me..." He grumbled.
I pouted, "You don't talk to the princess like that!"
"I am a prince so I can!"
I was so mad that I forgot about asking him to dance. So, I decided to go to the food instead. There was fried chicken, hamburgers, macaroni and cheese, hot dogs and fries. For dessert, there was ice cream and candy. I ate a lot until I was stuffed. Everything was delicious.
Suddenly, there was this loud explosion. An ugly witch flew in on her broomstick.
"Why, if it isn't Princess Dreamy!" She exclaimed, "You look especially beautiful today!"
Everyone was afraid of her, except for the prince and I. We were just disgusted at how ugly she was.
"I want your beauty, Princess!"
I screamed at her, "You can't have it!"
"I'll just have to take it from you then! Ah ha ha ha!"
She flew towards me at full speed, eager to get me. But before she could even get close, the prince jumped in front of me and threw her off with his sword thingy. The witch fell on her big fat butt. I wanted to stay and laugh, but the prince grabbed me by the hand and ran. That made the witch mad.
"You insolent child!" She climbed back onto her broomstick and came flying after us. That's when Mickey showed up using his magic.
"Not so fast, Bellatrix!" Mickey cried out. Suddenly he cast a spell on her, and she turned into a giant pillow. She was so big that even the prince and I found ourselves on top of her. Suddenly, Bellatrix toppled over. I held on tightly to the prince as we fell. Bellatrix fell on all of the presents, destroying them. But I never cared about the presents, to begin with. The prince turned to me and asked, "Are you okay?"
I could only nod since I was at a lost for words. Mickey was especially worried about me. He kept checking for injuries and asking if I were okay. Once I finally assured him that I was alright, he let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad you've finally decided to attend a ball for once, princess," Mickey panted, "You always used to get other girls to take your place. Now, I can safely say that you're going to become a fine queen one day."
I didn't respond, mostly because I didn't know how. Suddenly, this girl who looked just like me ran up to me gave me a hug.
"Thanks for taking my place!" She beamed.
Mickey stood there with his mouth agape. The prince didn't care about anything.
As she let go, she said to me, "I am princess Dreamy, by the way. What's your name?"
"Bashira," I answered.
Then she sneered, "That's a weird name. You're probably a weirdo."
I hated Dreamy from then on.
"Dreamy!" Mickey scolded, "Where have you been?"
She answered casually, "I was hanging out with my hot boyfriend, Chuck E. Cheese."
"Dreamy! You are not supposed to have boyfriends!"
Dreamy stuck her tongue out at Mickey. Then they started to bicker with each other. By then, I was too tired for drama, so I left the castle. The prince didn't want drama either, so he followed me. I sat on the first empty bench I found. The prince sat next to me. We just sat there in silence for the longest time. But then I decided that I should thank him.
"Thanks for saving me," I muttered.
He said plainly, "I didn't do much. You should thank the Wizard."
"You did knock her off with your sword. And you ran off with me so..."
The prince turned to me, looking very stunned. Then his face got flushed, and he turned away. I giggled at him.
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked.
His face got even redder, "... Poo....?"
"Poo? That's a funny name!" I laughed.
"Don't laugh at my name!" He cried, "It has a completely different meaning in Dalaam!"
I stopped laughing after a while, "My name is Bashira."
Poo grumbled, "You're lucky that your name doesn't have an unfortunate meaning in Dalaam."
I giggled at him again, and he blushed again. I liked Poo now. We talked for a while then when we decided to go, he offered to take me home. Poo used his teleportation powers. Everything was relatively normal back at home. My doll was still cursed, and Neko was gone. But I decided to deal with everything another day. I was tired, after all.
Chapter 3: The Zombie Invasion
I should let you Dreamers know that there will be a rating change when the time comes. Not right now since we're still in the childhood section which is pure enough. But eventually, very mature subjects will come in. Also, thank you for 14 hits! I'm glad you enjoy this! On another note, this is my least favorite chapter so far. I dunno, there's something I don't like about it. But I'm sure that you will enjoy it! Have a blessed day.
I was tired, but the Dreamscape didn't want me to rest just yet. When I entered the house, there were all sorts of zombies inside. I wasn't scared though because I didn't care enough. I had nothing to kill them with, so I avoided them. Somewhere in the house, I could hear the sound of lasers being fired. I don't know why, but I followed the source of the noise. Perhaps I had the feeling that it would be safe. Whatever the feeling was, I was only glad to find out it was my parents firing at the zombies.
I did the most logical thing and stood behind my parents. My sisters were there too. I only had two sisters, one was older than me, and the other was younger than me. We were exactly two years apart in age. My big sister, Inara, was only a bit taller than I was and her hair was a bit shorter. She had a baby face and looked like a female version of my dad. Neera, my little sister, was, of course, the smallest. We all had the same hair, skin and eye colour for the most part. Except that Neera has dark brown hair.
I liked seeing my parents work hand in hand in trying to protect us. They loved us so much that I felt that it was unconditional. These zombies didn't stand a chance. The zombies were all males and scientists. Their skin was green, and their eyes just couldn't remain in their sockets. I'd hate to be them. Suddenly, a whole swarm of them broke into the house!
Mom and dad tried to keep them at bay, but the amount was overbearing. They were getting too close now. My sisters and I wanted to move, but we were surrounded. Our parents tried to remain calm, but we were crying. I wasn't ready to die as yet. I didn't get to grow into a beautiful woman, get married and have children. I would be dead before I got to live. Everything seemed hopeless.
Then something... strange happened. Just as we were about to be eaten alive by zombies, this force field appeared. It was in the shape of a man, and it was green and transparent. Somehow, it managed to kill all the zombies. Then it disappeared. Everything was back to normal. Well, normal enough. After that entire ordeal, we just went about as nothing happened. Perhaps almost being eaten by zombies wasn't enough to traumatize this family. Mom went to sleep, dad went to work, Inara went to play video games, and Neera went to play in the pool. I went upstairs to see if the orbs and the moons were still there. Fancy that, they were! This time I really wanted to see where it would take me. I'm glad that something was the same for once. I climbed onto the orb like I did the first time and I didn't have to wait so long for a blue crescent moon. I hopped on as soon as I saw it.
It flew up to the sky and took me to the clouds. There was a kingdom made of clouds. There was a princess there too. She was so beautiful with her long blue hair and dress. But she was upset about something I didn't know about.
"Why are you so sad?" I asked as I approached her.
The princess wept, "I've lost my precious tiara!"
She threw herself down on the cloudy floor and cried harder. I wasn't sure what to do. I could get her a new one but she doesn't wear the toy tiaras that I wear. Her own is real and made of diamonds. I couldn't afford that. I didn't even have money because I was just a kid.
"You'll get it back," I assured her.
"How can you be sure?" She screamed, "A bird knocked it off my head, and it fell all the way down!"
"But maybe it didn't?"
That's when this man arrived. He was a knight with blue hair and blue armour. He was so handsome, and he had the princess' tiara. Her face glowed when she finally noticed it.
"Oh!" She beamed, "You got my tiara back!"
"I went on a dangerous quest to get it back for you," the knight admitted.
"That was so kind of you!" The princess gushed.
I watched in glee as he placed the tiara on her head. I thought I was seeing a blossoming romance. She gave him a single kiss on the cheek. But then she just left!
"Hey, wait!" I called. But she ignored me. Then I turned to the knight, "How could you let her go like that?"
"Ah, let her be!" He said, "She got what she wanted, and now she is happy!"
"But you were supposed to fall in love!"
"Why?" He asked.
I answered, "You got her tiara back!"
The knight looked at me with a funny look. I didn't know what struck him as strange. At the time, I thought I knew how love worked. So I didn't like it when he laughed at me. How could he find me funny when I was being serious? Boy, I could slap that man.
"Ah, child!" He laughed, "That is not how love works. There's a lot more to gaining one's affection than doing a good deed for them."
I grumbled, "But the knight always gets the princess."
"Ah, you'll learn when you fall in love." And with that, he went his way.
It goes without saying that I was immensely upset, so I decided to take my leave too. I ran all over the Kingdom of Clouds, hopping from cloud to cloud, going where my feet would take me. The Kingdom of Clouds was a serene place, minus the princess. I almost wished that I was the princess.
Eventually, I made it to the Rainbow Border. It was what separated the Kingdom of Clouds from Earth. There was a rainbow road too. And it was just as dangerous as the one from the Mario Kart games. Perhaps it is that rainbow road. At least I was on foot, and there were no races.
I walked along, admiring the scenery. I wasn't even watching my step. There was this dip I didn't notice, and I fell down one way and slid down the other. It led me to Miss Olga's house. Like last time, I didn't want to stay because I hated Miss Olga. She was too busy watching TV to taking notice of me, even though her curtains were open for once. Miss Olga's house was one of a few locations that remained mostly consistent. It will always be that old sky blue house I resented for years. Today, right next to Miss Olga's house, there was this dark grey hallway. Of course, I had to go in. Anything to get away from such a mean hairdresser!
Where it led me? We'll see...