Dreaming in Digital

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep. It was late at night, and pitch black except for a sliver of outlines; my eyes wouldn't adjust to the lack of light. Normally, I'd see more, but not tonight. I heard rustling and I sat up, finding Cookie coming to my bed. Having trouble sleeping as well, we laid down, getting ready to sleep, and in comfort, I wrapped my arms around his warm torso. All was well until I got up, though unsure why I did. In the living room was the figure of a middle aged lady, her greying hair in a loose bun, and wore a white blouse and full purple skirt with a bustle and underwire. With a finger, she beckoned me, and I followed her, though without sight, I walked into a couch and she was gone. Hesitant to tell my mother there was a ghost in our home (which was strange to me since we were the first to live in this house), I crawled back into bed with my fiance. I couldn't hug him when I tried - he wasn't there. When I looked, something grabbed my left wrist, trying ro pull me into the wall. It didn't seem like Cookie, and I thought, it couldn't be him! "Run! Run!" I tried to yell, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I kept trying, moaning the sound as my lips were sealed and thick like goo. It was best I made the racket and saved my family than everyone being devoured in the same way. "Run, run, run..."

*[I woke up right after. I was sleeptalking.]

I was was with Cookie trying to solve something. We met many people and went to many places. The last I remember was camping in a parking lot outside a rundown inn. Through speakers, I heard Cookie being called and we went inside to meet the owner, a short, vicious man and his servants. We all went to the roof, where the sky was grey and cloudy and sat down on fancy, iron chairs with a table in front of us. We discussed a job he had for us and would pay us in lodging, but I don't think Cookie was interested.

Shortbread and I went to a new high school. We had different classes and lunch periods, and the people we got along with were different too. My first class was an art class, where I've met a girl and she invited me to eat lunch with her friends. I refused because I promised I'd eat with Shortbread. In art, my teacher was kind, and tried to inspire me. We sat in a stairwell even though she had a classroom and asked if I wanted to borrow a book from her. I declined since it was during lunch. When lunch came, I went looking for Shortbread and found her in an English class, writing an essay in the hallway. I talked to her a little before a boy came to me, asking for help. He has porcelain skin and auburn hair, and he led me to the english teacher's classroom during an ongoing class. Something told me he was strange, but I followed him. He led me through a door in the back of class which led to an empty classroom. With the teacher following behind, the boy closed the door behind us. I can't remember what he did, but I felt threatened and insulted. The teacher handed him a piece of cardstock, and told him to go to the office. The teacher told me he did this often, maybe unaware of his actions. Then I wentto find Shortbread. I met Shortbread at the end of the hallway, and we went for lunch in the park, where there was a picnic table. Later on at night, we were invited to a girl's house for dinner. We sat in their parking lot, double checking the address when a car pulled up in front of the house, blaring music and laughter. Out came a noisy group of her friends. We weren't the only ones she invited.