Have you ever thought about dreams? They’re pretty strange. I mean, what do they mean? Scientists tell us that it’s our brains processing everything that happened during the day, transferring our memories from ‘short term’ to long term’ and whatnot.

Want to hear a secret? Scientists have no clue what they’re talking about. No one does. No one knows what dreams are. People used to think they were prophecies, or visitations. I don’t know. I’m not exactly a dream expert, everything I just wrote I got off the internet, honestly.

Why am I talking about dreams? Because our story takes place in a dreamscape. Our protagonist was a dream-walker. Well, sort of. She was able to travel between dreams of different people. She was able to stand to one side and see the dream play out, or even take part of them, if she so fancied. Not control them, of course, that was all in the head of the dreamer, but anything the dreamer could dream up, she could do, or see, or feel, or even taste- sort of, in a dreamy sort of way.

Pretty cool, right? Well it was, except for two rules: one, never let a dreamer see you. They flip. Completely. Every single time. No exceptions. Two, always leave before the dream ends. When everything seems to fade, and the world feels shaky, and you see black at the edges of your vision, GET OUT. Don’t dawdle, get to the next dream immediately, it’s just a short distance away.

Besides for these two stipulations, just have fun. Travelling dreams, she saw many amazing things. Dream logic isn’t the same as real world logic. Dream rules aren’t the same as real world rules. Dream physics? Totally arbitrary. She flew more than once, it was the most amazing feeling. Nothing quite beats soaring above a beautifully magical dreamscape. She met fairies, dragons, picked endless flowers, traveled to distant planets.

Of course, some people have pretty screwed up dreams. Death, pain, fear- nightmares. People can dream up some pretty horrible things. She saw murder, she saw abuse, she saw horror that clearly originated from a terrible taste in movies. She never stayed long in those. Some of the horrors she saw haunted her for a long time after she left them behind. She preferred the pretty, funny, fun ones.

She never knew how she got there, to the dreamscape. She knew they were dreams, the way you sometimes just know things in dreams. No explanation necessary. She never really felt the need to ask any questions, such as who she was, where she came from, or how she did what she did and knew what she knew. It was all a dream, so she just accepted reality as it was.

It was a pointless, worriless existence. She left no mark, just drifting constantly. She was content. There was only one thing she truly feared, only one thing that kept her on her toes- the darkness at the end of the dreams. Who knew what would happen if it got her?