--I wrote Time-Less for the sci-fi competition, so this is the follow on from that. xx--

I have Dreams. Dreams which I can't explain. Dreams that feel so real, it's as if they are memories. Sometimes I feel as if I am awake, and it's happening in front of me, other times, I just dream of nothing. It's either The Dream, or just a blank. Something happened to me in reality. Something I can't remember when I have my eyes open; but when I sleep, relive it in flashes.


11. Confusion

"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours."

Bob Dylan

I'd stopped crying not long after he'd left the room.

He made me ride a roller-coaster of emotions, one moment happy, next sad, and then angry. Somehow, he effected me like nobody else ever had.

But he confused me more than anybody else I'd met as well. 

He made me question everything I'd ever done. Was what I remember what actually happened? Or had he changed it to suit him?

I turned to lay on my side, staring out of the windows at the River Thames. Now I thought about it, everything was beginning to make some sort of twisted sense. 

Xavier was Time. Something no one could see, apart from me. I still had so many questions for him; I suspected I'd always have questions for him to answer. He'd either answer me straightly or not at all, depending on how he felt.

He was a storm of emotions, and he didn't even realize it. 

Slowly, I drifted to sleep. Everything that happened to me today span around my mind as I slipped into a dream.


I found myself standing in Xavier's meadow again, but this time, it was darker, and the flowers were wilting slightly. I wondered around, till I saw the giant oak tree. Xavier was lying down beneath its immense branches, staring up through the leaves.

'Back again?' He asked, his voice cold.

'What happened to the flowers?' I sat down around a metre or so away from him, crossing my arms around my legs.

'How should I know? Before today I'd never experienced dreaming. Maybe I don't want you here.' He spat out, turning to glare at me.

'Maybe. I don't know either. This is your dream, isn't it? You should try imagining something else. Pretend I'm not here.'

'I can't imagine.' He scoffed, staring back up through the branches, refusing to look at me.

'What do you mean?' I was confused.

'The Unseen were not made to imagine things. We are here to do what we were Created for. You humans were made to imagine. It's a mortal thing.' He said, his voice cold and emotionless.

'Okay then. Have you tried waking up?' I asked, ignoring his jibe at my species.

He turned his face away from me.

'Leave me be human. I'm tired of you and your questions. You had your chance. Now you're wasting me.'

'That's the first time you've said that in a while. Does that mean I haven't been wasting you for a while?' I asked, smiling.

Suddenly, he was right in front of me, his eyes were inches away from my own, and I felt his sweet smelling breath warmly brushing against my face.

'Just because I don't say it, doesn't mean it isn't happening.' His voice was hoarse, as though he was in pain as he whispered to me in some form of disgust.

'Get out.' He said, standing and turning away from me, surveying the landscape below him.

'What?' I asked, my voice quivering nervously.

'Get. Out.' His voice was dead. Emotionless. Monotone.

I felt something pulling at me from my stomach, but I resisted.

'Xavier... wait!' I called out to him, standing and stepping towards him. He spun around, jerking his arm out of my reach and shouted at me.

'GET OUT OF MY MIND!' The slight pull turned into a rough and violent tug, and I was pulled into darkness, my last sight was of Xavier tearing at his chest and falling to the floor in agony.


I jerked awake, breathing heavily, before I yanked the blankets off of me.

It was morning already, and the city below me was alive with movement.

I ran to the door and pulled it open, terrified that I'd see Xavier lying on the floor, prostate with the pain I had seen him in when I left his dream.

I breathed a large sigh of relief when I saw him sitting casually on the lounge, sipping a glass of orange juice and reading a book. He turned to look at me disdainfully before going back to his book.

'You should at least clean up a bit before bursting in on someone.' He said, not looking at me. I put a hand to my hair, still half asleep.

'Are you... okay?' I asked quietly. What I dreamt felt much too real to just be my imagination.

'Leave me alone, human. I don't like being wasted at the best of times, but you seem to do it a lot more than anybody else. Go away.' He was like a petulant child who'd gotten tired of me, as though I was one of his toys which held a certain fascination while it was new, but once that wore off, I would be thrown into a corner and forgotten.

I scowled at him and turned around, slamming the door behind me as I went back inside his room.

'Fine. He want's me to "go away", I'll go away.' I muttered, stalking into the bathroom to neaten up myself as much as I could, and turn on the shower.

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