1 First Real Dream

My name is Erica Holstein and I know this is going to sound weird and definitely impossible but.......

My dreams always come true.

Five years ago

It was the 24th of June 2011, my birthday. I was finally 7 and my parents had agreed to throw me a party at my favourite ice cream shop, Sweet Heaven.

It was sweet heaven indeed. I loved it there. Always did and probably always will.

Everything went well just as it was expected to be.

That was until a weird man in a pointy black hat and a black woolen coat with a raven on his shoulders just walked in and wished me a happy birthday right before I made my wish.

And yes....I wanted all my dreams to come true.

It happened alright-- but just not how I wanted it to be.

Present day

Ever since then, I've had to solve the mysteries of my dreams to prevent them from ruining my day and my life. Because after 24 hours, my dreams turn into nightmares and go on a rampage.

I call this process..... Fixing. I know it sounds cliché and all but I was 7. It was all I could come up with after 'fixing' my day for the first time.

And today, the dream I'm to fix is the first nightmare I've had in the past 4 years.

The dream used to be my first pet, a cute white bunny with blue eyes. But now it's a ten foot hungry sharp toothed monster that required killing.

Of course, it's not easy to get rid of a nightmare. The last time it happened I almost died in the big lake in the middle of the pine tree forest at the western side of town.

Yeah. I almost forgot..the name of my town is coincidentally St. Traum meaning dream in German. I chuckle to myself sometimes when I realize how the name fits so perfectly.

Well, back to my nightmare. I'm currently chasing former pet, Fluffs whose now a giant monster, towards the abandoned canned food factory on the western side of town.

The only reason Fluffs turned into a monster is because I forgot his favourite food and fed him some cheap carrots. Unfortunately, I  couldn't find her favourite food even after I remembered.

So now I have to kill my pet again with my self made weapon that I modified after buying an axe from a backyard sale 2 years ago. Had to kill my first nightmare with my bare hands.

Fluffs made his way to the lower floors of the dark worn out creepy facility which used to be the producer of his favourite Carrot nips.

I follow the hopping monster into the building whose front door had been torn down by the creature's giant physique after it bashed through it without even flinching or caring.

My thanks to God when I find it hunched over a huge machine ripping it apart to find some Carrot nips.

The white giant beast didn't seem to be aware of the slowly approaching girl with a spearlike axe carefully avoiding noise and being a centre of attraction.

The big guy didn't even seem to care when I stepped on a rusted can misgiven the fact that his ear twitched in that direction. My direction.

Readying my weapon, I dash as fast as I can and swing the weapon hard with all the strength available to my frail looking but well muscled arms.

The effect was a loud shriek like sound and an angry bunny with red eyes and sharp drawn out claws.

Since my weapon was probably about a whole foot deep in the bunny, who starts to jump around like a crazed bull at the Rodeo, I am now being taken on an exciting deadly spin.

Maintaining my grip with my left hand, planting my feet firmly on its back, I take out a grenade that I bought from a pawn shop a few days ago. I pull myself closer to its head and dodged a slash directed at my head. Letting go of the other weapon and pulling out the pin at the same time, I'm launched over the shrieking beast.

Five

Four

Three

Two

One.

I throw the grenade into the creature's mouth and crash into a pile of boxes.

*Booooom*

The explosion sends pieces of scorched rabbit meat flying in all directions.

The head of the creature dramatically lands right in front of me and rolls, turning its face so it rests just about an inch of mine. I pick myself up shaking with disgust and covered in goosebumps.

Luckily for me, the bodies of nightmares always turn into tiny sparkly orbs and disappear leaving just the mess of the destruction.

My back hurts like crazy and it's almost morning. Meaning that that thing has been keeping me busy for about 5 hours after turning into a nightmare.

Well--off to my place of rest or should I just say my home. Ah well. *sigh*

I took me almost an hour to get back into town and about 10 minutes to my home.

Ignoring the pile of unwashed bowls in the sink, I drag my exhausted dirty body all the way to the tub and drop in it after filling it with warm water.

My bath is short lived since I ended up half asleep in the tub.

I barely even manage to crawl out of the tub and unto my bed. Well-- of course after putting on an oversized tank top and some baggy emoji covered shorts. Excuse my fashion sense-- don't really have time for it.

While my eyes give in to the darkness of sleep, I just keep thinking of how if this is how I'm gonna live forever. Fixing days and killing monsters.

My lips curl up slightly at the sides as my tired mind hysterically laughs at the thought.

I hope I fix tomorrow as quickly as possible......

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