Chapter 1

I heard a loud struck near me and I got up and suddenly screamed out "Nooo!"

Everyone is looking at me. I look around and I realized that I'm dreaming again. What's worse is I am not in my room. I am in the classroom.

I saw the lady in front of the blackboard is walking towards me. She stopped in front of me and said in a calm voice. "What do you think you are doing?"

I sat up straight and faced the lady.

"Aahhh.. Miss I-i.." I can not think of a best way to reason out.

"Miss Addams?" The guy on my left cut me. "Maybe he's dreaming again. Dreaming about that crime scene again huh Detective Colby?" He stand up and tried copying me. "Nooo!" Everyone burst into laugh.

If you think that bullying is no longer exist in college days? Well, probably not.

"Silence!" Everyone stopped but I can feel that all eyes are looking at me.

"Go back to your seat Mr. Thomas" He looked at me smiling like teasing me.

Miss Addams gazed at me. "Do you know that I don't allow students to sleep while inside the classroom?"

The old-fashioned lady in mid 40's stares at me. Everyone is staring at me. It seems that she's waiting for me to answer.

She knows that she can not get answers from me and here she goes again. "Class?!"

She faced the whole class.

"What is my 54th class rule? In case Mr. De Ville has forgotten"

Everyone started to state the rule in chorus.

"54th class rule states that sleeping and napping is prohibited during class hour. If caught in action, immediately sent out of the class."

And she looked at me while fixing her thick eyeglasses

"This is not the first time you interrupted our class Mr. De Ville. I warned you already last time. I hope you know what it means?"

She pointed the back door which means she wants me out of the class. I fixed my things and put it inside my bag.

"Sorry Miss Addams"

I stood up and walk through the door. I saw Donald, who is sitting near the door, doing hand gestures. I already know what it means.

It means "Meet me after class"

I nodded and close the door. I got kicked out of the class again. In fact, this is not the first time. I am dreaming the same dream. Why is it still happening to me? That's weird. It has to stop because it's affecting me and my studies. This can't be.

I am walking towards the door of the main library. My phone vibrated and I checked on it. It's Donald. I stopped for a while and looked at it.

"Bro, you wouldn't believe our class visitor now."

I got a feeling who is that person but I texted back and asked who is it? He replied right away.

"Hailey Anderson"

"What? Hailey?!"

I immediately replied, what is she doing in our class?

"Ahem."

"What is she doing? She is not supposed to go there!"

"Well probably it is her problem and not yours"

"Well ofcourse its myyy..."

I turned around to face that voice. She looked me straight in the eyes. Her hazel eyes that are looking at me gleaming in the light. She seems familiar.

"Hello?"

She waved her hands in front of my eyes to catch my attention because I suddenly dazed at her eyes. She is not tall, but you can really see her tipping toes just to reach my eye level.

"A while ago you were busy texting and actually blocking the library's way. And now you are glaring at me? Are you lost, mister or just out of your mind?"

She's small but very intimidating. I can say that she's senior than me and kinda cute. Maybe that is the reason why she's familiar to me. We enter the same school. Maybe I saw her somewhere.

"Are you listening to me?" Her thick eyebrows raised.

Here I go again. I realized that I am staring at her for a minute. "I- ii am sorry"

She snatched my I.D. and look at it. Then she gives it back to me. "So, you're a junior?"

I nodded.

"The next you wanted to take time texting your friend, please do it in a the proper place. Not in the doorway cause you are blocking it?"

I stepped aside to give way to her. She rolled her eyes and said "THANK GOD!" in a sarcastic way. She entered inside the library and scanned her I.D. I saw her name.

"So you're Heidi Kidman."

I went inside and look around. There are few students here. Well, probably most of the students are in their class. I went up to the second floor. I saw her again, but I decided to act normal and not to look at her. So I went straight to the third floor. There is no one here. Perfect! I sat down. It's too early so I texted Donald to meet me in the library. I open my laptop and try to research again about that dream. After a long searching, there is one that catches my attention. The article about Oneirology? What does it mean? So I jumped right away into the article.

According to this article, Oneirology is the scientific study of dreams. Why did I only find this out now? I continued reading the article. So, there is this thing called Oneirology that studies dream scientifically. It correlates the relationship between dreaming and current knowledge about the functions of the brain, as well as understanding of how the brain works during dreaming as pertains to memory formation and mental disorders. But it does not interpret my dreams. This will just tell me the things that happening in my brain while I'm dreaming. Maybe I need to seek medical attention. Maybe it's all in my mind. I remembered that it started to dream that after my father died. My father would always tell me stories about his job. He was a detective. Maybe that is the reason. The stories stuck in my brain. I really hope so. But first I will go home and discuss this to my aunt. I keep my things and went home.