I'm the darkness || He's the light
I'm death || He's life
I'm the imagination || He's the reality
I'm his || He's mine

Not an ordinary girl with a perfect life. Naisha is a girl who live in a very complicated life. The question that is still unanswered is that what is the truth and what is the imagination?

 She's facing a very hard challenge in her life but she's not alone. With the help of her loved ones and a special someone, will she survive? Or will she just give up and let go? 

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micxsterious

In a futuristic world of superheroes and supervillains, the ability to dream of another world doesn’t seem that applicable nor useful. But for Demund, who has recently sent off his best friend to the superhero training grounds—the Preliminary Islands—it was nothing but life-changing. For him, a rejuvenating vacation to a world of magic is now only a good night’s rest away. 

As Demund explores his new world, reality around him begins to change. How will he manage to balance their existences together?

Note: All chapters are uploaded first to RoyalRoad.

I always wanted to meet my real parents and I met my mother, she is also my mother's missing sister. After school was over we went on our daily missions.
"Hey Liz, where were you in the morning?"
Liz was with Ana but when I was with my mother, only Ana was there so Liz doesn't know anything yet.
"I am in charge of our school trip--training camp next week" said Liz
"Is that so?"
Should I tell Liz about my mother? As I was thinking that Ana whispered to me,
"Hey Luka, you should tell Liz about--"
"I know"
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"No"
"Huh?"
"It's not like I don't want to but you know, she doesn't have a mother and I think she doesn't get along with her father"
Liz has stayed over at Ana's place many times, but she never told her parents about it and whenever we ask her about her father she dodges the topic.
"Yeah you are right"
"What are you two whispering about?" Liz asked us in a low voice, imitating us.
"Whoa Liz"
"What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing serious" said Ana
"Ah, don't tell me you were talking about something lewd now that you are going out"
"We weren't!"
"If you two decide to do something, count me in"
"We just said we weren't talking about that"
"Okay"
We are on our way back home,
"Hey Ana" said Liz
"Yes?"
"Can I stay at your place for a few days?"
"Sure"
Now I am sure something is wrong.
We went home, I took a bath, and I am eating dinner. I am very happy today, I met my real mother and I--
"Why do you look so happy Luka?" My old man asked.
"I am not happy or anything" 
"Hey Luka" Lily who was sitting beside me whispered to me
"What?"
"Did you kiss Ana?"
What the hell is she asking!
"I didn't"
"Then why are you so happy?"
She thinks I am happy because I might have kissed Ana?
"I am not--ah, there is training camp next week, so I am excited about that"
"I see"
I was lying on my bed, thinking of what happened today, I am very happy, I can't wait to meet mama tomorrow.
The window is open so I can feel the cold breeze, as I was enjoying the cold breeze, I felt like my body...no, rather than my body it felt like my soul was being dragged somewhere. I opened my eyes to see everything around me was black.
Another dream? I feel like I have been here before.
"That's right. I remember. I was chasing a light but there is no light...here"
I saw a bright light, last time I was chasing it but this time it's coming at me.
"Hello there"
The light was so bright that my eyes...wait the light just spoke?
I slowly opened my eyes to see a girl in white, she has white long hair, she is shining like a moon.
"Hello there"
"...."
"Hello there"
She is really speaking!
"...."
"You can't understand me? I said Hell-llo"
Stop with the gesture!
"Umm...what is going on?"
"You can hear me?"
"Is this a dream?"
"You can say that"
"What?"
"I am inside your body"
"Inside my body?"
"Do you remember some weeks ago you felt like something went inside your body?"
"Ye...ah?"
"That was me"
"So you are impurity?"
"Impurity is the wrong word but you can say I am pure impurity"
What the hell is pure impurity? 
"How are you inside my body? And what do you want?"
"What do I want? I don't want anything"
"Why are you in my body?"
"Because I wanted to?"
Why are you asking me? And didn't you just say that you don't want anything?
"Okay, let's start again. First, who are you?"
"I am a spirit"
"Spirit? So you are dead?"
"No, I don't have a body"
 I am more confused now!
"What is your name?"
"Name? What is name?"
Someone please wake me up!
"Name means...my name is Luka. People call me Luka. What about you? What do people call you?"
"I don't have a name"
"You don't remember it?"
"No, I never had a name"
"Okay. What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything"
"So why are you inside my body?"
"I just felt like I should go inside you"
We are back to start!
"Do you want to possess or control my body?"
"How do I do that?"
Don't ask me!
Wait, she is inside my body that means that voice...
"Did you help me remember my mother?" 
"...."
She is silent.
"Hello, can you hear me?"
"When I entered your body I read your memories"
My memories?!
"You always wanted to meet your mother and I found one memory which was of your mother. I just helped you remember it"
My memories? She can do something like that?
"Have you read all of my memories?"
"I did"
That moment I remembered all the embarrassing moments of my life but it's too late for that now.
She can read my memories so could it be that she also...
"Can you read my dreams too?"
For the past few months I have had strange dreams. When I wake up I don't remember the dreams but I can remember whether it was a sad dream or a happy dream. I can't remember the dreams, all that's left is the feeling that I can't describe.
"The dreams are also stored in memories but people always forget them"
"Did you read my dreams too?"
"I...did"
"Can you tell me what type of dreams they are?"
"I can't. They are too cruel and painful" 
But...
"They are only dreams, right?"
"I don't know"
"The person in my dreams me?"
"I don't know" 
"....."
What's going on? I was born, I have a mother, I grew up with Ana, so what are those dreams?
"But there is something strange"
"Huh?"
"You are 17 years old, right?"
"That's right. Why did you ask?"      
"Um...it's hard to explain. Oh, can I pluck your hair?"
"Huh? Sure, but why?"     
She plucked one of my hair.
"You are 17 years old. You have 17 years of memory"
"Yeah so?"
"This. If your hair is 17 years of your memory since you were born then...."
She plucked one of her hair. 
"What are you trying--"
"Then my hair is the memory of your dreams"
"What?"
"My hair is a memory of your dreams"
"I heard that but what do you mean?"
"In other words if your hair--"
"Wait, you don't mean that if my hair is 17 years of my life then..."
"That's right, the dreams you are having are thousands of years old"
"How is that possible?"
"Not only that, the dreams are more than thousands of years long"
"How is something  like that possible?"
"I don't know"
"Is the person in my dream immortal or what?"
"I don't know"
"You should know. You read my dreams, right?"
"I did but not everything is..."
"You mean there is more?"
"....."
"You mean I will get more of these dreams? Even though I don't remember them? Why?" 
"Please don't yell at me. I am just inside your body for sometime. I will leave your body soon"
"Ah...I am sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. I wasn't yelling at you"
"....."
"You can stay in my body as long as you want"
"I.....so...ha...to...so...thi...abou...ast"
"What did you say?" 
"Luka. Luka. Wake up. You will be late"
I opened my eyes. My head hurts. Did I have a dream again?
"Hey what's wrong? Why are you out of breath? "
Wait..I remember. I remember this dream.
"I met a girl in a dream"
"Luka"
"Lily. What's wrong? Why do you look so--"
"Even though you are going out with 2 girls, you are dreaming of some other girl?" 
"Wait, no. I mean I did meet a girl but she was real"
"You have guts to admit that"
"No, believe me. It was a dream but she was real"
"I will call Ana"
"Wait don't. Please! I will do anything"
"Anything?"
Oh, crap!
"Nothing lewd" 
"Okay so, kiss me"
"I just said nothing lewd"
"Kissing is not lewd"
"It is" 
"But you said you will do anything"
"I also said nothing lewd"
"I will call Ana after all"
"Wait, I will, I will kiss you"
 "Really?"
"Yeah, close your eyes"
"Okay"
She leaned forward and closed her eyes. I grabbed her face and kissed her...on the forehead. 
"Happy?"
"Kiss me on the lips"
"You never said anything about lips"
"Why you--"
"You think you are smart? Your brother is smarter than you"

I don't know how long I was asleep before the dreams started but it felt like it was right away. All night I was dreaming about Lucian's father. The dreams were so strange. One minute I was dreaming we were dancing, the next minute I was dreaming we were sitting at a table eating. But the last one scared me because I was dreaming that first we were kissing, then we started having sex. This dream scared me so much I jerked myself away. Lucian was sitting up next to me." What is it? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
"I'm fine, I was just having some very strange and scary dreams. I think I know what your father wants thought."
"What, how do you know?"
So I told him in complete detail about the dreams I had been having all night. When I was done he was silent for a minute, then he said," From everything you just described I can tell you these dreams were in his house. Yes he is showing you what he plans on doing to you."
"I don't want to be with him. I only want you. I refuse to have sex with that man. Why does he want me? Besides I thought the contract mother signed was so you could have a wife. Why is he after me. I don't want him. Even in the dreams I didn't want him."
"That's because it was a waking dream, he wants you to come to him of your own free will. Once you do that your body is his."
"Wait to if I give in and sleep with him in the dream I will actually be having sex with him. Oh god how do we stop this?"
"Well first of all he can only invade your dreams once a night. And he did that tonight so he can't do it again tonight. But if I have sex with you then you won't be craving it so when he comes back you can fight the urge. I will also go talk to my mother tomorrow to see if there is anything else we can do to stop him. What do you say?"
"Well I am all for sex as long as it's with you. Come here baby."
We make love for hours. He does everything he can think of to me so I won't be craving sex later. When I fall asleep again near dawn I have a smile on my face. Everything he did to me was amazing. 
Near eight he leaves to talk to his mother. When I wake up later I find the note he left me. I love it when he does little things like that. It's really sweet. After I read the note I get up and shower, then I get dressed, then I check to make sure mom is sleeping, after that I go make food. 
Later that day after mom gets up I tell her about the dreams I had, and about what Lucian told me he was trying to do. I also told her Lucian went to his mom to find out what we could do. And so far he hasn't come back. She is shocked that Lucian's father would do something like that. She said the contract was for a wife for his son. She said she was sure there was nothing in it about sex with him. That's when she told me she could double check it because it was in her safe in her room. I was stunned, knowing she still had the contract after all these years. I asked her to get it out so when Lucian comes back he could read it. So she went and got it, then she went in and took a shower and got ready for work.

She was his chosen. He was a monster. If she doesn't say yes he will destroy the world. Will she have the courage to do what she must or will the world fall.

The monkey approached the sleeping boy. He tried to put the tube pendant necklace on to the boy's neck close to the pendant necklace given by the boy's mother before.
It took almost a half an hour for the monkey before he could enter the room through the open window. Again, he felt such strange feeling. He really liked gazing at the sleeping boy's peaceful face. His elder was right. Let his heart led where to go. In fact that it took almost two days  before he could reach the warm house, the house where the disguised prince is living.
"Erggh!" The boy bellowed and opened his eyes, shocked.
"Mo..."
The monkey covered Dhuta's mouth with his hairy hand, prevented the boy from shouting. He didn't want to be caught red-handed by the mother.
"Easy boy, calm down!"
"You're talking?" asked the boy with his confused but amazed tone.
"I do. I wasn't like this before. And now I come to you because I'm ordered to pick you up and bring you to our Valley, the valley where the Kingdom of Heavenly Valley located."
The boy still with his silence. It just too sudden for him. He needed to process it carefully with his brain. He's not afraid of the monkey, not at all. However, it's all too wierd. He had never met any talking animal before.
"I know it is very hard to be accepted by your thought. But to be honest, I'd like to tell you that I was also human before, at least two days ago. In fact that I've tansformed into this shape of monkey since two days ago when I passed the crossing gate from the valley to your world.
In addition, I tell you eagerly that you're our prince. The true heir of Heavenly Valley Kingdom. You're our only hope to vanish the curse on our land."
Dhuta was absolutely shocked listening to the monkey's story. He tried to believe it since he felt the same things in his dreams within the last ten days. What the monkey told him was almost exactly the same as he experienced in the dream. He could see the clear scene when the monkey told about his missions.
"Do you trust me, Prince?"
Dhuta didn't give any response. He still needed to obtain more supportive facts.
"How can you say that I'm the prince? How can I take your story into my serious thought. I don't even know weather you tell me the truth or not."
"I do understand about your doubt. I can't event blame you for it. But to be honest, it is not the time to be doubtful. Our kingdom calls you. We need you. We just have twelve days left. Unless, the Heavenly Valley kingdom will just remain a name. The land will be flooded by the dead corps of our people."
Dhuta looked shocked. The problem had reached that critical point. He felt the call inside him. He had experienced it before in his previous dreams.
"I have seen it before. What you've told me recall to my previous dreams. I have visioned all you've told me in my dreams. They keep calling me in those dreams."
"Then, you have none to feel doubtful." The monkey tried to insist.
"I feel no doubt. I'm just thinking about telling this matter to my mom. One thing you should know, my family, especially my Dad and my siblings, they call me wierd, silly, day dreamer and much more silly calls for me. Since I got the dreams, they often use all these hurting call for me. And now I should ask to leave, what can I say for my excuse?"
"No need to worry about that. People won't event realize that you're leaving."
"How can that be possible? My Mom will come to wake me up within 30 minutes."
"Don't worry about it, my Prince! We have different time dimension. Once we head on to our kingdom, soon we'll be on the time there. It is faster in Heavenly Valley. And it is the most urgent reason to take action right now."
"How can you bring me there?" asked the boy curiously.
"I've tied a tube shape pendant together with your necklace. It's the symbol that you're one of us. And now, just take my hand and we leave at once. Are you ready, my prince?"
"Are you all really sure about this? I don't even know what to do."
"I'm sure you'll learn fast, my prince. The Elder will tell you what to do." The monkey kept convincing the boy.
"I hope all your belief won't let you all down. I don't even believe myself."
"My prince, we own our mind. We have to keep giving affirmation to ourselves. No one can control our mind but us. Your disbelieve will just distract you to your own insecurity. We trust you with all our hope. The Elder won't make any jokes. It deals with lives of thousands good people."
"It's not what I meant. I'm just worried that I'm not that strong. As you see, I'm just a kid. An-8-years of age kid. What else you can expect more from me?"
"My prince, do you believe that we are exist?"
The kid nodded his head.
"I do. I often see the lives there in my dreams. My repeating dreams."
"Have you seen yourself there?"
"Of course. I was wearing my armour with my greatest sword and the though bow on my back."
"So, what makes you question yourself?"
"I'm afraid that I can't be what you hope. I don't see the end of my dreams yet."
"Do you want to help us?"
"I do."
"Do you want if our land destroyes by the evil power?"
"Of course not. I'll do my best to protect it."
"So, we go now?" offered the monkey again
"Alright. Let's try our best." Dhuta finally agreed the monkey's offer.
"Take my hand, my prince. Just have your eyes shut. Don't you feel worry of anything. Let your peaceful mind lead you on our path home. Let your heart find the place where you should be."
Dhuta followed the instructions from the monkey. He let his hand held and had both his eyes close. He tried to find his inner peace. Imagining the peaceful land that often addressed in his dreams before.
Slow but sure they both were covered by the bright light. Soon a gate was open inside the light. Their body flew passing the gate. They both didn't realize that Strippy joined them passing the gate.

Wyn was mad. Not at Robin, not at Eve, not even at himself. He was mad, no, furious at the people inside his dreams. Who are they? How dare they infest his mind? He would give anything to rid himself of these otherworldly, enchanting but painful dreams. The hazy and confusing individuals, who always seemed to tug at his heartstrings.
Wyn jolted awake. It took a moment for him to recognise his surroundings. This was a  common occurrence; his dreams enveloped him into a world so genuine and deep that he always forgot he was sitting somewhere in the wretched town of Springton, in Eve's office. His only reminder that he was in a world from afar was the piercing pain in his head that arrived the moment the world inside his head changed colours. 
"You're awake," Eve frowned. "What happened in your dream?"
Wyn did not respond. He bolted out of the massage chair. "I want to leave."
"Your session is not over," Eve said. "We have to cover five sessions worth of…"
Eve's words trailed away as she met Wyn's soft yet angry but tortured gaze. 
"I'm not asking for your permission." 
Without another word, Wyn marched away. 

"Wyn! Hey, Wyn!" Robin called after him frantically.
Wyn strode down the street, ignoring Robin's voice. He was absolutely exasperated by his  session with Eve. He hated remembering his dreams, for they reminded him that there is something wrong with him. It reminded him that he could never be as content as the person he was in the carefree section of his dreams and that he was doomed to forever be a lonely and grumpy man.
"Wyn, hold up!" Robin caught up with Wyn and placed his hand on his shoulder to prevent him from moving further as he panted to catch his breath.
"What do you want, Robin?" Wyn scowled.
"Look, I know you hate going to the psychiatrist, but I'm doing it for your own good."
"What good?" Wyn scoffed. "I'm remembering my dreams but I don't know what they mean or what they are. No one can tell me why I am constantly having these dreams, not even Eve."
"Alright, alright," Robin nodded his head. "I'll tell Eve to lay off the dreams. She will just treat your depression, alright?"
Wyn sighed in frustration. "I told you a million times, I am not depressed!"
Wyn is depressed. He was diagnosed several months ago when Robin sent him to visit Eve for the first time. Initially, visiting Eve was simply for her to hypnotise Wyn to allow him to recall the details of his dreams, for his dreams are the basis of his web comic series, Fairytale Town.
For as long as he could remember, Wyn had been having dreams of a strange, mysterious island. At first, he was perplexed and sought to figure out what they meant. He drew and wrote down everything he could remember on an online whiteboard. The more he did, the more his dreams formed a story. He eventually began to draw and write anything he could remember in the form of a comic, which allowed him to better recall and understand the events that occurred in his dreams. He had no intention of publishing his stories online, but on a gloomy and rainy morning, he dozed off at his desk and accidentally published it. He had spent the wee hours of the morning drawing out the frightening nightmare that he had the previous night and fell asleep at his desk. He unknowingly published his story on an online forum and the response was explosive.
After he grew popular online, fans of his story demanded more, but Wyn had no intention of publishing anything. He took down his first upload, but it was easily replicated. He did not enjoy the attention he received, for he was a recluse. Since young, Wyn had been a detached and moody person. For an unknown reason, everything and everyone around Wyn seemed to annoy him. He was a hermit, speaking to others only when needed and living in his small studio apartment by himself. After his popularity grew online, publishing companies took note of this and offered him a contract. Wyn--who had been earning a meagre sum working as a night watchman at the Springton Museum--was convinced by a dedicated Robin to sign with his company after learning that he could earn much more money as a comic artist than he could ever earn as a night watchman.
He initially believed that his new career would be easy. After all, he would be doing what he loved—drawing and writing—for money.
He was wrong.
The pressure of churning out chapter after chapter of Fairytale Town broke Wyn. His stories were based off his dreams to allow him to investigate them, but somewhere along the line, he realised that no one could give him the answer to his strange dreams. He ceased production of his stories. That did not sit well with the public nor the publishing company. With a contract at hand and his career at risk, Wyn could only do as he was told and continue to pen down the dreams he had. It was easy to pen down the happy dreams, but it pained Wyn every time he had to pen down the frightening dreams. After he finished the first series of Fairytale Town, Wyn received an enormous sum of money that transformed him from poor wannabe author to millionaire comic artist. Though he informed his publishing company that he did not want to continue Fairytale Town, he was forced to begin the second series of the web comic immediately. Not wanting to recall his dreams, he lied to Robin that he could not remember the details, but that only prompted him to search for a psychiatrist to hypnotise Wyn to allow him to remember his dreams. That was when he was introduced to Eve and diagnosed with depression. Wyn did not care about Eve or her sessions, and skipped plenty of them without informing Robin, but eventually he found out. Bounded by his contract, Wyn had no choice but to visit Eve and continue to draw and write under the watchful eye of his company. In spite of this, after Wyn had published twenty-six chapters of the second series of Fairytale Town and received his second paycheck from his publishing company, Wyn simply disappeared from the face of the city. He had wanted to escape for a long time, for putting down his dreams in colours only brought him pain and confusion. He had enough money to disappear and do whatever he wanted, so he did. But now, with the threat of his copyright being robbed from him, Wyn could no longer hide from Robin and his publishing company.
"You're an alcoholic and drug addict. Do you think that I don't know that you have been  popping pills?" Robin hissed. 
It was true. Wyn had been abusing drugs for a period of time. The alcohol made his mind drift away, and the drugs made him numb. It placed him in a world that was neither Springton nor the island. It was a void, where only he existed. The absence of emotion allowed him to do whatever he wanted without being haunted by his dreams or his publisher.
"Those are medicinal," Wyn defended himself, though he knew Robin was right. 
"Sure they are. You…"
"Shut up, Robin," Wyn snapped. "Go and find someone else to annoy to death."
Wyn did not wait for Robin's reply. He flounced across the street, ignoring the passing cars that honked at him and the pedestrians with incredulous looks on their faces whose arms he bumped into.

A deadly shipwreck strands a young man, Wyn, on a mysterious island named Alleria. Saved by a witch and his young apprentice, Wyn begins to uncover the magic and secrets behind the mystical island as evil threatens its existence.

I finished, twiddling my thumbs, unsure what to do next. Was I supposed to say "Ta-dah! That is my life"? The scratching paused. A soft tapping followed, as if Samrah counted the seconds of silence that passed between us. The sage continued to burn, filling my lungs with its musky, sweet herby scent. At times I choked on it, while on others I inhaled as if greedy for more. The room stopped swirling when I concentrated on describing my dreams. 
The silence filled in the gaps. Not awkward gaps, mind you. More like a sense of relief, at least on my end. Larry had been right. It felt good to talk to a professional about the nightmares. It seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from me. I breathed easier.
	"The dreams," she said finally. 
	I waited. When she didn't continue, I pushed up on my elbows and glanced at her over my shoulder. A tight valley formed between her plucked eyebrows. She stared at her notepad like it held the secrets of some conspiracy. I dropped back down, content not to say anything until she actually asked me a question. As far as I was concerned, I'd told her everything. Well, everything connected to the dreams. The chanting. The dancing women. The ritualistic atmosphere. The thing that seemed to possess me, along with the weird incantations. The man who chased me down and eventually stabbed me to death. And waking up at the hospital remembering nothing. All that except for the latest addition to my dreams: Luka. She didn't need to know my subconscious dreamed him up after the nightmares to give me a sense of security. It certainly helped keep me from searching out other methods of calming myself down, i.e. running to the actual Luka's room and burying myself in his scent until we were both panting and spent. Nope, not happening any time soon. 
	"The dreams," she repeated after what seemed like a couple more minutes of silence. When I thought I'd have to speak to get her to continue, she added, "You believe you are the one in them?"
	I shrugged before grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it securely against my chest. "I think so. Anyway, they feel so real. I could smell the smoke coming from the torches. I could hear the chanting even if I couldn't understand them. And each and every stab…" I shuddered. "I know the pain of how that feels. It's like the girl in the dreams is me but not me at the same time because I know they are dreams and it's impossible for those events to be real."
	"But your injuries…they match what happened to your dream self."
	My hand travelled to my abdomen where beneath the cotton of my shirt spread a map of scars. "That's what I'm here to make sense of."
	Another elongated pause. I was starting to think Samrah wouldn't be much help. She sounded as skeptical as I felt. Sure the injuries bared resemblances. What really happened was totally different. 
	"I think it's best if we leave everything as they are for now."
	I sat up and swung my legs off the couch. Samrah massaged her temple as if I'd given her a headache. "Too much for you, Doc?"
	She glanced at her notes one more time then eyed me. "I can't make any definitive assessments until you tell me about what caused your injuries. Are you ready for that?"
	From the way she asked, it was as if she dared me to continue. I shook my head. "I think I've reached my share quota for today."
	Samrah pushed off from the reading chair and ambled to a desk where she exchanged her notepad for a tablet. She removed a stylus from the side and tapped the screen with it several times. "From here we will be moving on to the Odyssey Arena—"
	"In Belfast," I interrupted. 
	"You know their schedule."
	I squirmed when she eyed me again like dinner. "I make it a point to do my research when I'm working with a particular subject," I said as nonchalantly as my quivering stomach would allow. The urge to run away from her scrutiny almost pushed me off the couch and out the door. My gaze darted toward the exit. "Knowing where the band is headed next is part of the job."
	"Sure it is."
	Sometimes I caught myself liking Samrah, and then there were times, like right now, when I absolutely hated her. Well, more like her perceptiveness. What was she keeping behind those intelligent garnet eyes of hers? She obviously knew something, the way she studied me said so. But I couldn't bring myself to ask without digging the hole I'd already dug after admitting that I liked Luka any deeper.
	It took her a second longer to continue. I believed she deliberately paused to create discomfort in whoever she spoke to in an attempt for the other person to overshare in the hopes of filling in the dead space. My palms were soaking through the couch cushions I'd been gripping since our session ended. The effort it took to keep my mouth shut exhausted me. 
	"Once we arrive in Belfast, I'd like to resume this session. Would you be amenable to that?"
	I thought about it. Only my mother knew about what really happened the night I lost my eye. Since I'd already spoken to the shrink about my dreams, it seemed illogical for me not to tell her about the incident. At least that way she could separate the dreams from reality and give me some closure about the weirdness surrounding my insomnia. 
	"If it's going to help get me some answers…" I shrugged again. "Why the hell not?"
	"I'll pencil you in then. As soon as we get settled at the hotel in Belfast, I want you to come and see me." She scribbled a note on the tablet with its stylus. 
	"What about the dreams? What should I do?"
	"I'd tell you to start a dream journal, but since it seems like these are recurring dreams, a journal loses its helpfulness." She set the tablet down and crossed her arms, half-sitting on the edge of the desk. "Do the dreams bother you enough that you can't get any sleep?"
	I flushed only because Luka came to mind. My subconscious Luka, not the real one. "Not really. I've survived this long with getting little to no sleep."
	The lines at the corners of her lips deepened. "Being on tour with the band can run you ragged. We can be in different time zones in a matter of days. Not getting any sleep with this rigorous a schedule might not be good for you. Would you like me to—"
	I raised my hand to stop her from going there. "Sleeping pills seem like a good idea, but maybe not right now. If the dreams get really bad then I'll ask you for them."
	She nodded. "You seem very calm and collected about this."
	A chuckle escaped my throat. "If you've lived with the nightmares as long as I have, you get used to the weirdness."
	"Then why seek help now? What's changed?"
	"The escalation." I knew this from the beginning. "I want to understand why these dreams are happening and why I'm forced to seek some sort of human interaction afterward." I bit the inside of my cheek. The admission slipped out before I could censor it. 
	"What kind of human interaction?"
	"Are we still on the clock?" Meaning, did the doctor/patient confidentiality still apply?
	She caught what I left unsaid and nodded. 
	I sighed, clasping my hands in front of me, and stared at my entwined fingers. "When I got back from winter break, I was so messed up after what happened at Lunar Manor, which I'm not sure I can tell you about because of the NDA I signed, that I rebounded with an ex. When the dreams woke me up at night, I sought out the oblivion sex gave me just to relieve the chill spreading through my body."
	"So in order to cope with the dreams you turned to sex."
	"Pretty much."
	She tapped her chin. "Before you stayed at Lunar Manor, how did you cope?"
	I shrugged. "I worked, or took a walk around the block."
	"Now I understand why you're seeking help. Since, I assume, you are no longer with your ex, how are you coping?"
	A knock at the door saved me from having to answer. I sprung off the couch as if stung by something hidden in the cushions. "That must be Luka." I shuffled to the door. "We'll talk again in Belfast," I said to an open-mouthed Samrah as I pulled the door open. 
	Sure enough, Luka stood just outside the door, fist in the air for another knock. I pushed past him. I hoped he'd let me go, but the hand he wrapped around my arm kept me from running away. He closed the door to Samrah's suite and turned me to face him. The concern in his clear blue eyes rooted me in place. 
	"How did it go?" he asked when it became clear this conversation wouldn't start any time soon if he didn't say anything.
	I shrugged then scratched an imaginary itch at the back of my neck. "Good, I guess."
	His eyes narrowed. "You guess?"
	"I told her about the dreams."
	"And?"
	"None of your business."
	His grip tightened around my arm. "You're clearly upset. Tell me so I can fix it."
	I yanked my arm away before his fingers left bruises. "What Samrah and I talk about in there has nothing to do with you." Okay, a total lie since I suspected the escalation of my dreams had something to do with my feelings for Luka. Why the hell would my subconscious create a version of him in my head if it didn't? Ugh! This got weirder by the second. 
	Taken aback by my words, Luka dropped his gaze and ran his fingers through his now dry hair. "You're right. I shouldn't pry."
	He looked so damn adorable in that second that I wanted to take him in my arms and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Instead I bit the corner of my lip and said, "Come on, you know that's not what I mean. Well, it is, but not in the tone I meant to say it in. Look," I waited until his gaze met mine again, "I know I overreacted when I found out that you talk to Samrah about me. But after my hour with her, I realized it's important to give her the whole picture if she's to be any help. I'm not an open book by a long shot, but I'm trying. And I understand that about you too. If you really want to fix what needs fixing then you need to tell her everything. If that includes me then so be it."
	"Wow!" Luka's expression opened up, a teasing glint in his eyes. "One session and suddenly you're Deepak Chopra."
	My fist collided with his shoulder. With lightning fast reflexes, he caught my hand and placed my palm flat against his chest. The teasing disappeared, leaving behind hidden desires that scared me. I focused on feeling the strength of his heartbeat to keep my blush to a minimum. He waited, just like I did earlier, for my gaze to meet his before he spoke. 
	"If Samrah puts you in a situation you're not comfortable with, tell me." He squeezed my hand. 
	"And what will you do? Fire her?"
	"If I have to."
	I rolled my eye at him. There was the Luka I was familiar with. The one who needed to control everything still lingered behind those intensely hot eyes. "You're not going to do that."
	"For you, I will."
	"Luka," I sighed, ignoring how special his words made me feel, "she's here to help you. I'm just a side project. You need her more than I need her, so no one is getting fired."
	Only the corners of his lips went up when he smiled. 
	Not fooled, I pushed against his chest. "Promise me."
	He said nothing. 
	"Promise me. No matter what happens between me and Samrah, you won't fire her." I widened my stance, ready to argue for the rest of the day if I had to. 
	Luka blinked. The heat in his eyes disappeared, giving me much needed relief. His shoulders sagged when he finally said, "Fine."
	"Say it. Say you promise."
	He treated me to the same eye roll I'd given him and raised the hand not holding mine to his chest. "On my honor, I promise not to fire Samrah no matter what happens between you and her."
	"I appreciate that," Samrah said just inside her room. She'd managed to open the door without us noticing.
	Luka let go of my hand. I let the disappointment run its course. He kept his gaze on me when Samrah asked him if he was ready to start his session. 
	"Give me a minute," he said. 
	Samrah shut the door to her room again.
	"Go grab breakfast," he added before I could turn and go. To be honest, I didn't want to leave that hallway as long as he stood in it with me. After an hour of breathing in burning sage, Luka's scent was a welcome change. "I'll come get you after my session and we'll ride to the Arena together."
	"Is that a request or a command?"
	Mischief sparked in his eyes. "You decide."

Jennie's POV

I never thought the day would ever come that I would 
want to see a therapist, and now here I am, waiting for Dr. Yun to arrive. Last night dream terrifies me, i don't know what happened next, i just woke up with my puffy eyes hurt from the sunrays.

I don't know now what's left between me and Kai. More that anything dreaming about Lisa at the same time was enough to fuck me over really bad. I was starting to believe that I was crazy, but then they say if you think you're crazy then you're probably not. I don't even know anymore.

"Ms. Kim?" I saw her assistant walking up to me. "Ms. Jennie Kim?"

"Yes?" I looked up at the woman smiling at me.

"Dr. Yun is ready to see you," she said, opening the door for me.

I got up from my seat and gave her a small nod. "Thank you."

When I closed the door behind me, I saw Dr. Yun sitting on a couch with an eager smile and a notebook on her hand. "Good afternoon, Ms. Kim. Please have a seat."

"Thanks," I timidly smiled at her, before sitting on the couch across.

I spent the first few minutes telling her about my job, myself, and even Kai that we fought but i didn't tell her about the reason. She was very friendly so I definitely felt like I could tell her anything. It wasn't long until she decided to get to the main problem already.

"You came here to talk to me about some dreams you've been having, right?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes. You're a dreamworker, right?"

I noticed her cheeks turn red as she shook her head. "That's what they like to call it. I'm a dream therapist. So can you tell me about these dreams?"

I swallowed nervously, not even knowing where to begin. "Uh, okay. It started about a month ago. I keep dreaming about this girl, like literally every night."

"Does this girl have a name?"

"Yes. Her name is Lisa."

"Okay, go on."

"What makes it crazy is that the consecutive dreams I have about her are continuous. It's like I actually have a relationship with someone who only exists in my dreams," I explained.

"Do you know that you're dreaming whenever you dream of her?"

"At first I didn't, but it didn't take long before I got used to it. Now it's already easy for me to tell when I'm dreaming or not."

She paused for a while, before jotting a few things on her notebook. "This relationship you have with her, is it friendly or – "

"She's like my girlfriend," I blurted out. "I know. I'm horrible. It's like I've cheated on Kai but is that even considered cheating? I mean, as much as I don't want to accept it, Lisa doesn't exist."

Dr. Yun chuckled slightly, pulling her glasses up to her head. "Jennie, from another person's perspective, you aren't cheating on anyone. But you need to ask yourself if you genuinely love this person. You will know deep within if you are cheating on your boyfriend emotionally."

"Then I am a cheater," I muttered, burying my face in my hands. "I just don't know why this is happening. When I first dreamt of her, I didn't think I'd ever dream of her again, let alone continue having dreams about her every night and eventually falling in-love. Am I crazy?"

"What you're going through is an extreme case of lucid dreaming," she explained. "Though it's not very common, I wouldn't say you're insane. I've had patients who mentally react to their dreams worse than you do. You're still sane, if that's what you're worried about. You don't understand what's happening to you, and that's normal."

"Well, that's good to know...?" I shrugged. "But what do I do about it?"

Dr. Yun raised her eyebrow at me. "The question is, do you want to do something about it? Do you want to get rid of these dreams if you think it's a threat to your actual relationship with your real life boyfriend?" Real boyfriend sounds a deal, but that doesn't the thing anymore.

"As horrible as this would make me sound," I sighed. "I don't want to stop dreaming about her. I don't even know if I actually want to meet her in real life, because it would just make things even more complicated. Dr. Yun, I really have no idea what I want. I want to keep Lisa but it's scarier because I fall in-love with her more and more each day. Like what if one day all these dreams just come to an end? I wouldn't know how to deal with it."

"What kind of dreams are these?" Dr. Yun asked. "Describe them to me."

I told her about every single dream I've had about Lisa, from the first day we met to our unforgettable Dance at the seaside. I also told her about Mino, who I first met in the dream and then eventually met in real life.

"So you think that because you ended up actually meeting Mino, means that there's a chance that you will meet Lisa too?" Dr. Yun questioned.

I nodded. "Yes. I mean, there's got to be a big chance, right? Who knows, we might all just be dreaming of each other. For what reason? I have no idea. I would love to know."

"This is a rare case," Dr. Yun furrowed her eyebrows. "You see, Jennie, normally, when a person appears in our dreams consistently, it's usually someone we know. Sometimes it doesn't have a meaning, and there are times when it does. Did you ever think that Lisa was brought to your life through a dream for a reason?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like for example, since you're not sure if she actually exists, maybe you met her simply for a reason," Dr. Yun elaborated. "When you meet someone in your dreams, that person doesn't have to exist in real life for everything to make sense. Maybe she's trying to tell you a message, and you need to listen clearly."

I shook my head, and stammered as I tried to form a sentence. "N-no. That can't be. So are you saying she's just there to tell me some sort of message and that she will eventually disappear? Because that's not fair!"

"Jennie, I am not saying she will disappear soon," she sighed. "But do you seriously think that you will keep dreaming of her until you are old with a bunch of grand children? This is just a phase. You can't get caught up in the idea that you will have her forever. Don't get used to what's happening because it might just make things worse in the end. Try to understand what the dream is telling you."

"It's not fair..." I repeated, biting my lips while trying to fight back the tears. "She can't just appear in my dreams, make me fall in-love with her, and then go away after that."

"Don't think of the ending yet," Dr. Yun advised. "The best thing to do for now is to do what I told you to. It's the best way to deal with the situation for now. Take note of everything that's happening. If you think you've figured out yourself what the message is, come see me again."

I sighed, wiping a little tear below my eye. "Dr. Yun, do you know what the dream is trying to tell me?"

Dr. Yun nodded and smiled. "I think it's very clear."

"Can you tell me?"

Dr. Yun paused. She was looking through her notes while adding a couple more at the bottom of the page.

After writing, she looked back at me. "Jennie, whatever I speculate may be different from yours, because I do not feel what you feel nor do I see what you see. This is just an opinion based on studies and previous patients."

"It's okay. I want you to tell me."

"Alright then," she gave me a nod. "I think what this dream is telling you is simple. You told me about your life with your boyfriend, and how it doesn't really give you the thrill that you experience when you're with Lisa. You told me about your life, your daily routine – and that's exactly the problem that I see. You've been keeping yourself in a box for years, when you were born to do greater things. I think what Lisa is telling you is to live your life to the fullest. Memories are more precious than material things or just simply the idea of being settled. Don't go for what's 'ideal'. It's never what your heart truly longs for."

"That makes so much sense," I mumbled, looking down on my shoes.

Dr. Yun leaned forward and placed her glasses on the table. "Just continue with your normal day to day routine, and see how things in your dreams and in your reality start to change. Set another appointment with me if you feel that what I told you is right."

"Okay," I nodded. "Thank you so much, Dr. Yun."

When I was about to head towards the door, I heard her call my name one more time. "Jennie?"

"Yes?" I turned around. 

"What do you truly wish for?" she asked nonchalantly.

I stopped and thought for a moment. I wish Lisa were real. I don't care about the fact that it could possibly complicate things in my life, but I knew deep inside that's what I really wanted. Maybe life will fix itself after that. All I knew was that I wanted her to be real because I felt like if all of this finally came to and end, that's when I will actually go insane.

I smiled and shook my head. "I don't really know."

Later that night, just like yesterday, i didn't bother to prepare dinner. All i could do is think of what Dr. Yun said. If she's serious and telling what was really going to happen in the near future, i don't know how am i going to accept it.

Its exactly nine when i decided to went upstairs and get ready for sleep. I can't wait to see Lisa, after last night, all i could pray is that nothing bad happened.

I tuck under the sheet and stare at the ceiling when i heard a buzzing sound from the night stand.

I took my phone and As soon as i turn on the screen, the lockscreen of picture of me and Kai popped out. 

This bastard. 

Before reading the message, i went to my gallery and change the wallpaper and lockscreen of some other picture except with Kai. How I wish i could have Lisa's picture in here.

Seulgi: Hey Jen. What's up? I heard what happened to you and Kai. Are you breaking up?

I forgot to inform that i won't be going to work today and this Seulgi brutal question makes me forget how stupid that breaking up sounds.

Me: I don't know. It's like i won't be letting him fool me.

Seulgi: So he really did cheat? he's insane.

Me: He really is. He came up last night to fuck me after fucking some other girls.

Irene: Shhh.... don't cuss baby.

oh right i forgot it was a group message and we have Mama Irene.

Seulgi: I'll kill Jongin!

Irene: I'll go with you.

Seulgi: I'll bring the butterfly knife while you hit her with your black belt skills Arrasseo?

Irene: I'll strangle him to death!

Seulgi: Go babe!! We won't let anyone hurt our Jennie!

Irene: Yeah babe. But give me a kiss first.... 😗

Seulgi: Bunch of kisses 😙😙😙

Irene: More pleasee 😘😘

I dont know why it ended up of the two flirting. I just enjoyed reading their sweet messages until i felt sleepiness wraps me. I yawn one last time and didn't notice that i dozed already.

. . 

I opened my eyes and found myself in a massive bowl filled with... gummy bears? I blinked three times only to realize that I was already dreaming. Where the hell was I?

I pushed myself off the gigantic glass bowl and managed to get off without tripping on anything.

"Where on earth am I?" I asked out loud. The sound of my voice echoed across the room which ended up being a gigantic, enclosed field of strawberry trees, a chocolate river, and humongous candy-canes. 

Am I in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory or Katy Perry's California Girls music video? Or both? WHAT THE HELL!

"Hello?" I called out one more time.

"You actually made it!" I heard Lisa exclaim. When I turned around, I saw her standing behind me while holding something on her hand.

"Oh my god!" I let out a sigh of relief as I run towards her, wrapping my arms around her neck. For a second I thought I started dreaming of something else already.

She gave me a soft smile and i felt like bursting into tears. Im not sure what happened after the incident in the hot air balloon and sure its hell of a nightmare.

"Jennie." She pushed me a little just enough for our eyes to meet. "Hey listen." 

I felt like she has something to say, although i want to ask badly about the incident, i let her speak first.

"Jennie im so sorry." she suddenly blurted.

"Sorry? For what?"

"You know how much i love you right?" she asked like she's been having hard time speaking.

I cup her face before gently rubbing her cheeks. "I know. I know. What's wrong? Why are you like this?"

Her eyes were half close while her hand reaches for mine.

"I love you Jennie." She smiles and i felt she handed a metal on my hand. I look down on it and saw a bracelet. "You'll see me again."

"Lisa..." I shift back again to her face and to my surprise, her eyes were closed and her face was covered in blood.

"Oh my god!" I cried held her head on my arms. "Lisa!!" I felt a moist underneath and found out that the back of her head was bleeding too.

"Oh god Lisa what happened?! Please wake up Lisa! Don't do this to me..."

It started when Jennie fell in love with the girl of her dreams. . . . No scratch that. . . . 


She fell in love with the girl IN her dreams. 


The only time she ever got to be with her. . . . . was whenever she would drift off to sleep.

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