Chapter 1
Dreams are something I found I cannot control. I don't usually have lucid dreams. I sleep and wake up with only darkness between me and the next morning, but lately, I have been having very strange and vivid dreams.
Tonight on Bam's Dreams:
I am in a frozen tundra with large cliffs of blue and white. There is a lot of snow around, and I have a small houseboat that I am sharing with a sister I've never met. The feel of the dream is very "Risk Of Rain 2". (Risk of Rain is a game I've been playing on the PC lately) There are monsters here. Plenty of them which I can strike down by jumping up and releasing a hail of arrows. I keep my sister safe and we begin to live off the houseboat, having built a small pole barn in the water for it to stay safe in, just in case we need to move in a hurry.
Fast forward a few years to having more people join us, and a small village comes to life. I share a small house with my husband, and our children and dogs. The lock for some reason is on the outside of the house instead of the inside. My mother calls for help as her home is overrun with monsters. I take the small house boat to go to her rescue and find monsters I had not encountered before. They are able to escape my rain of arrows for the most part, and teleport short distances. I fight them for what feels like forever, and discover their secret. They had begun to nest on the small island where my mother lives. The only way to destroy them is to destroy the seeds they are planting, destroy their future. They are too hostile not to, and I face a difficult decision. We take my mother from the island, and inform someone else who can better deal with it, and the island is blown up.
A visitor comes to my door, someone I had not seen for a very long time. He accuses me of the current trouble his son is getting into, and I had not seen or talked to his son in a decade at least. I try to tell him this, but he refuses to believe me, saying I am lying because his son would never lie to him. I ask him, "If your son would not lie to you, then why would he be getting into so much trouble now that you assume I, someone who has not been in the same area for the last decade, am the cause of this trouble? I have been living here in the tundra, we fled the grass lands long ago."
He storms out angry, and convinces the villagers that my sister and I are trouble. We are forced to flee again, trying to get our families to the house boat before they can burn our homes and our boat. We have no choice but to run in the night. We make it to the boat safely, watching in dismay as our homes burn, our children huddled on the ships deck in a blanket for warmth. Our husbands drive the ship and we come to a new grassland, where we are able to start fresh, but the monsters here are new and different. Before I can have our first battle, I wake up.
