Dreamer

Dreams = danger. Thats what he was told, at least.

Rebellion was the outcome of children left to dream up worlds, large flying creatures and adventures. Parents and elders insisted on everyone drinking the pink liquid, especially children, desensitizing their young from the many dangers of imagination. Dreamless sleep was how everyone in society got along.

Keep the peace. Learn and obey.

Fifty years ago, the last recorded Dreamer brought about the largest rebellion known to man. They say he was eventually found and killed. Some say they're keeping him for tests, locked up in the depths of Building One.

Tyler Davey didn't understand all this. He often forgot about the liquid, and his momma scolded him about the dangers. If he didn't drink, they'd come take him away for disobedience. He didn't want to go away, did he?

But, Tyler had so much fun in his dreams, soaring through space, conducting the song of stars. He heard music all around him. Though there was only a select few songs he was "allowed" to listen to, he kept it as his very own secret. Like his sister Tenna's secret, about crawling out her window every Thursday night.

Then, there was a night unlike the rest. A night the stars gleamed bright, dancing, running along the sky. Fascinated, he stayed awake until his heavy eyes could no longer stay open.

He'd forgotten about the pink, gooey liquid on his nightstand.

That night, Tyler deamed.

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