I woke up, same time and same way because of the same exact dream, to a tray consisting of a plate with cookies on it and a cup of coffee. I rubbed my eyes to see my brother sitting on my bed. His back was to me and he was on the phone. "...yeah, she would be waking up soon. Glad you called to check in. I'll give you details later or something, man. Yeah. Bye." He hung up and turned to me. "Oh, Jess, how long have you been awake?"
"Just now." I yawned after stretching my arms up. "Is this for me?"
He nodded. "Yup. I figured I'd make you coffee and shit if you're going to be awake for a little bit." He grinned slightly. "Go on. Have at it." He pat my head.
I took a sip of the warm coffee, having the hot liquid travel down my throat. After a while, I stuffed some cookies in my mouth. I felt suprisingly hungry and parched at the time. "Who was dat on da phone?" I inquired with a full mouth.
My brother scratched his head while shaking it. "Oh, no one. Just...wait a little bit for the food to settle in then get some rest. Bad dream doesn't mean no school, kiddo." He winked and stood up to exit my room.
I tilted my head to the side in curiosity. I reached out and grasped his wrist. "What's up? Am I, like, not allowed to know who my own brother calls at midnight?"
He snorted. "Exactly, Jess. It's called privacy." As a joke, he went to my bookcase and dropped a dictionary by my side. "Look it up, would ya? Then head on back to bed. Mom would kill the both of us if she knew we were staying up this late." He flicked my forehead then went to exit my room. He stopped right in the doorway and turned to me. "Hey, Jess?"
"What is it?" I pulled the sheets up once I got myself comfy again. I turned to look at him.
"What...What was your dream about this time? Same dream?"
I nodded. "Yeah." Then I thought back a moment or two. "Well..."
"There was a part where I felt like my hand was being squeezed and-" I sat up and stared at my brother. "Are you okay?"
He was just blankly looking at me, almost past me even. "Oh...n-nothing. Good night." He said hastily before completely leaving my room.
"Okay." I shrug and lie down, Pippin curling up right above my head. "My bro's weird, isn't he, Pippin?" The little ball of fur simply wiped his wet nose on my forehead as an answer. "I'm taking it that you agree with me, buddy." I laugh and close my eyes.
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I was sitting in a white room as a little girl again. A blurry figure threw a frisbee to me. I missed it, sadly. I ran to go get it and tossed it back to the figure.
That's how it went on for a while. Back and forth. Back and forth. I'm not quite sure how many times we passed the disc to each other.
Then the blur threw the frisbee to me for the millionth time. It went a little high out of my reach. I attempted to catch it, but my leap wasn't as powerful.
The disc spun off the very tip of my finger then out of my reach. Then I found myself on the ground. There was also an interesting, faint sound in the distant. Kind of like an alarm. It got louder and louder and louder until...
I woke up just like that. "What the...?" I mumbled to myself as I stared at the ceiling. This was the very first night in my entire life that I remembered not having that same recurring dream of a bright light. I found it both relieving and odd. Actually, I found it curious, too.
I needed to know where these random mental experiences. I guess I just didn't know where to start searching. Damn.