April 13, 2022
Serial Story: Noah’s Dream Journal #5
February 26, 8:05 AMSo, it’s been a while since I’ve written in this thing. It’s also been a while since I’ve had a dream. A few months have passed and I honestly don’t mind, what with worrying if I’m going insane with these dreams or not. However, I did have a dream last night, but it was different from the rest.I was at a party at some guy’s place with a bunch of people I didn’t know, and I started walking around. Everybody was going into separate rooms in pairs, probably doing God knows what. I thought it’d be something fun, so I tried to open a door or two, but they didn’t open. Not a single door I tried worked, I couldn’t do anything except walk out of that party and find something else to do.I found myself at an Irish pub where I lost myself and my thoughts to the singing, chatter, occasional fighting, all that good stuff. I was feeling good when I heard a voice from a corner of the pub. I immediately knew that voice from anywhere: it was Doc!I couldn’t see his face buried beneath all of the people, but I did see his arm holding a glass of beer. He must’ve sensed I was scared and told me, “Don’t fret, Noah. We did what we needed to do. You’re cured!” When his hand got lost in the crowd celebrating over the soccer game, that’s when I woke up.To be continued…Click these links to read previous entries: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.