February 10, 2022
Serial Story: Noah’s Dream Journal
October 23, 8:32 AMI found myself in an unusual situation. In front of me was a plate of scrambled eggs, pan-fried bacon, toast, and freshly squeezed OJ. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it had no taste whatsoever. The dining room looked like something out of those family shows from the 1950’s, same with the people I was eating with. It was this big, happy family, and I didn’t know any of them.The mother was standing over the sink whistling a song I never heard before, yet it felt familiar and comforting to hear it. The melody must’ve attracted some birds, as one came over to sing with her, only it had the head of a balding old man. I knew then it was a dream. I’ve had friends who’ve told me about the lucid dreams and how great they are, and now was my chance to try one out.The man in front of me with only a newspaper and mug of coffee became a supermodel curving over to talk to me. So far a pretty good start. Then, out of nowhere the bird yelled, “HE KNOWS!!!” All of a sudden, dozens of men in black suits came in from every nook and cranny of the house and took everyone with them into these black cars. I struggled to break free, but everything went to black after that. Somehow, I didn’t wake up. I don’t know what happened to the family. I never saw them again after that. To be continued…
—Jake Puestow, Serial Fiction Editor