Raspberry's Second Life

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm walking down the blue cycle path near my house. It's a bright, warm day but with the perfect amount of wind blowing in my face. My friend Rochelle is with me. We walk and talk about meaningless things at the same time. I'm eating too, weetabix minis. Except they're not so mini. Why am I drinking this milk? I don't even like milk.

[Dream skip - A few minutes later] I'm now at home, and Rochelle is with me. I go to the kitchen, planning on shredding some chocolate to put in my weetabix. I shred the chocolate, but cheese lands in the bowl instead. I get frustrated. I don't want cheese! I eat it anyway because I'm pretty hungry, it doesn't taste too bad. My dad comes in and tells me cereal isn't good for me. I tell him to go away and keep shredding cheese.

I don't realise how long it's taken me, because when I look up again it's dark outside the windows and Rochelle has gone home. Okay... I forget about my weetabx and head up to my bedroom. My laptop's already on, on a video chat to Rochelle. Why is she crying?

"You were so nasty to me today! You're such a hostile person... You start fights with everyone!" She continues to cry, shouting at the screen. Here she goes again...

"I didn't say anything today! What are you on about?" I say, defensive. All I done was eat weetabix. She continues to rant. I partially lose interest as a pink bird lands on my bare leg. I watch as it pecks bloody holes into my skin. I shoo it away and inspect the peck marks. At least they don't hurt...

"I'm just so glad I have my boyfriend otherwise I wouldn't know how to cope with you! For three years!"

"You've known him three months." Then I chase after the bird. I grab it from the air and realise it's mechanic... But it feels real and looks real. But its eyes are red and flashing. Someone's sent this after me. I eye Rochelle suspiciously. She continues to cry and shout about how I'm such a shitty person. God, she sure can moan. I sit on the floor, cradling the pink bird in my hands, wondering about it.

Something's not right about my room. Is this how I left it? For a moment I don't even think it's my real bedroom. It's bigger isn't it? But then I dismiss the thought when the bird chirps. Then I look up. There's a doll on the floor, with creepy wide, red flashing eyes. I start to freak out, I really really don't like dolls. It looks like it's about to stand up and eat me. I scream at Rochelle to shut up and throw the bird at the doll.

Another short and boring dream. Well I better get a decent one tonight with a little action in it Or I'm going to get really pissed.