Looking around, there wasn’t anything very unusual about the room. It was almost as if everything was back to normal and I had finally woken up. It wasn’t until I peered out the window that reality hit me. Instead of being on the second story of a building across a daycare my room was in the middle of an airplane hangar. The hangar itself looked like it had been abandoned on a small island. The sky swirled with gray as if a great storm were coming. I ran for the door hoping I could find answers outside but it would not open. Eventually it got to a point where I could not even touch the door know. Each time I reached for it I would miss or my hand would pass right through it.
Thunder kept roaring as I tried to escape my room. The clouds grew thicker and I could hear the wind rushing through the trees. The world outside was too empty. There was not a single person in sight and not a single bird in the sky. It was as if the whole world knew to take cover except for me. It gave off a slight sense of impending doom as my heart dropped into my stomach.
I turned my head away from the window and noticed something unusual. There was an old phone lying on my bed. It was one of those retro ones with a short, curling cord and a wheel to spin instead of numbers to press. Next to it was an address book that looked old and worn. Its blue cover had scratches across it as if it had seen years of use and abuse. Opening the book, I saw that there was only one number in there. Scrawled in a rushed hand it read Dream Doctor: *01.
Having little choice left, I dialed the number into that old phone. It gave off one ring before someone answered and I hear a male voice say, “It’s about time you found me.” I didn’t know what to say other than to utter the word help. There was a chuckle on the other side of the line. The dream doctor started to tell me something. He gave me advice that day and told me a secret about dreams that could alter the world. He told me a revelation about myself that I didn’t even know. More importantly, he also told me how I can wake up. He told me all this and more – and I couldn’t hear a single word of it. For some reason, I could not hear the words he spoke but it somehow made sense in that weird way dreams always seem to make sense. I may not know the doctor’s words, but that dream version of me understood it all. I just know that whatever he told me, it made my eyes grow wide and my heart skip a beat in a mixture of fear and excitement.
As the doctor finished speaking the phone line cut off and all I could hear is a loud tone. As the line cut off I heard a loud roar of wind and thunder crashing outside. The storm had hit and it was a hurricane. The planes around me were getting swept away and debris was flying everywhere and taking parts of trees and buildings with it. Hail pounded down heavily as I felt my room begin to sway under the force of the wind. Suddenly everything was getting swept away. Even more debris flew past my window as I see a plane getting blown towards my direction. The impact was frightening and immediate. It took out the whole room as everything got crushed and blown away.