Boy is Sleeping Part 1

Ah! This bed feels so right, with the comforter on it, it feels like I am on clouds. But this blanket presses me down, which has a purpose. The last thing I remember was me going to bed Saturday afternoon, after I completed all my office work and it was snowing. Our company's management set goals which the company should achieve throughout the year. These goals of the company are given to us by our managers, saying these are your goals, which is right because we work for the company. But now, after working 2 years completing goals of the company, when I ask myself, "What are your goals?" as an instant reaction, I get the company's goals as the answer. Leave it. I don't know what day and time it is, but does it even matter? I want to sleep more; there is nothing to open my eyes for, but my sleep is not blank darkness. I meet him, watch him, and I want to watch him more.

"Who are you?" That is what I asked him when he was climbing one of the steepest climbs. In the heat of the sun, the rocks of the mountain shined. By seeing him climb, the tip of my hands begin to warm up. I could feel how hot the rocks were. I fear climbing, but his feet moved fast on the rocks. He changed his angles, direction, and speed of climb. Small rocks falling down due to his movement were enough to raise my heartbeat and make me get a stroke. This would become the first case in the world. Police will come, detectives will be hired, I wish Sherlock Holmes would be here. It will take years and years of investigations. Books will be written, YouTube videos will be made, and many movies will be directed on this mystery. But no one will ever know that I died because I saw someone climbing a mountain, that too in a dream. But luckily, that is not the case; my body has an abort mechanism for these kinds of situations and it is about to happen. But he is seeing me, his lips are moving, yet I can't hear anything. Am I deaf now? Who am I, that is what you are asking. Words fell on my ears. Well, it is a little complicated, but I am You.

It took me a while, and I said, "Only a little complicated," you said. But he was not there to listen to me, as the dream was over. My body did its job, and I was on the floor, falling down from the bed, face-first.

So, he is me. Not me, technically, but the dream self of me.

My clocks are ringing. It's Monday morning...