Just before the date of 2012, the date when the world was to end, the very night before, when we all slept, we dreamt. The 'dream' is where we currently are, a subconscious factor to help everyone live their life like they were born to. Though imperfect, it is still there. So, you live your life, grow up, have fun, get married have a family, children and a wife and you are driving, happily spending your time with them in the car.
There’s another car speeding towards you, to your right is a cliff and to your left is a lake, so you swerve there. You miscalculate how far you needed to swerve, and the car skids into the lake.
You are the first to drown, you never know if your family makes it out or not.
You wake up to the apocalypse, and there, you die a second time, at the age you had fallen into the dream from.
Everything is black, until you see them. Your family. The one from the dream. But no matter how fast you run, or how long you do. You never caught up.
“The very night before the end of the world, the 21st of December 2012, when we all slept - some afraid, some regretting life choices, many not knowing what would come – we dreamt. This dream, this 'virtual reality' is where we currently are, a subconscious factor created by the brain to help everyone live their life like they were born to. Sort of like how animals are aware of oncoming natural disasters, we were slowly brought to awareness of our imminent destruction and planned a course for our dreams, to act like what we dreamt was real; it was something we didn't know was fake, like most dreams weren’t. Though imperfect, it is still there. So, you live your life, grow up, have fun, get married, and have a family, children, a wife, maybe even grandchildren if you're lucky. Some, and this chance is rare, some people’s consciences are brought to awareness of the dream. Like us.” She explained, sipping her tea thoughtfully before placing it back on the coffee table.
“And why us?” I asked, face drawn up in thought, drinking my own coffee, though not putting it on the coffee table. These days, after gaining this information, every detail was important.
“Because, Jordan, we are the ones who notice the small cracks in ‘reality’, we notice the feelings that, it just feels different, but, we are the ones who help the others believe it is real. That the apocalypse threat is over, when it hasn't even started. As long as there are people in this dream, the dreams will continue to live, and accompany those who are dreaming. You need them to believe their children are real, so that when they die, and wake up, as they were 3 years ago, they will see the meteor, and they won't be alone when they leave the world a second time.” The concept was confusing, why did I have to do it? Why not someone who was more qualified than an 18 year old?
I shook my head, finally placing my mug on the table and standing, “M’leaving, to see Katy. See you, Harriet.” Katy AND Corey, truth be told, not like I'd tell her about Corey though. Way too risky.
“Katy doesn't exist; she was created by the dream to emulate what Mr. Croft's daughter would have looked like when paired with Mrs. Croft.” Harriet said matter of factly, about to kick up a storm, no, a hurricane of useless babble I was too tired and confused to hear. Though I didn't listen, didn’t need to after I yanked the door shut after escaping Harriet’s grasp. Thank God.
I already hated Harriet, and I had only just met her a month ago, with very long rehabilitation breaks in between, it seemed..