Emily is tapping her shoe against the new and improved solar panel floor. Lately everything is being renewed and improved. She stands patiently in a long line waiting for the newest invention that everyone is dreaming about. Literally.

Your Dreamer is this new device that lets you control your dreams and record them. You can dream about anything. You can dream about planes soaring high in the air, relaxing on the beach, skydiving, or even swimming in the deepest part of the ocean.

All you have to do is put a timer (so you don't sleep more than you expect to) and patch on two white squares on both sides of your head that is connected to a small touch screen. You just turn it on and once you close your eyes you fall in world where all of your dreams come true.

Emily begged her parents to give her money to buy one. Her friends had one and all they did was chat to her about all their adventures while sleeping. Now that her parents actually gave her permission to buy one, she was more excited than going to Disneyland for the first time.

Finally she's two people behind from getting the Your Dreamer. The lady in the front of the line is being assisted, but she indecisively chooses between colors.

"I'll get blue...uh actually white....or just give me pink" She annoys the lady at the  booth.

She must be getting it for someone else. Emily ponders to herself.

Ten minutes pass and Emily finally stands in front of a short, petite woman that looks tired from standing at her work station.

The woman's hope of finishing drains from her face seeing Emily and more people waiting to be attended. She tiredly sighs and puts her best polite smile.

"Welcome to the Infinite Science Shop, I'm Betty. How may I help you?" She says clasping her hands together.

"I would like to buy the Your Dreamer, please." Emily says trying to hide her excitement in her voice.

"What color would you like? We have Blue, Pink, Gray, Black, and a Wine Red."

"I would Black please."

"That would be six hundred ninety dollars." Emily swipes her parent's credit card and Betty takes out the receipt.

Betty turns around and takes a black box off the shelf. She puts it in a bag and hands it over to Emily who carefully holds it with both of hands.

"Thank you." She whispers still shocked that she has her own Your Dreamer.

"You're Welcome." Betty responds for the millionth time. Emily turns and walks away carefully and impatiently to test it out. In the distance you can hear Betty's voice attending a new customer.

After what feels like eternity Emily reaches her coffee colored home and opens the front door. She runs straight past the living room and into her bedroom, not even bothering to say hi to her her parents.

She sets the box on her bed and grins as if she won the lottery. Her hands open the box and she takes out a phone-like screen and a cord split in two with white, square patches on the ends. She throws the instructions in her desk cabinet and turns it on for herself.

She looks at her digital clock beside her. It reads 10:08 am. "I'll put the timer for 11:00 am." She agrees with herself. She puts the white patches on either side of her head ready to spend a part of her Sunday dreaming. A scene unfolds and Emily finds herself in her living room.

"It seems so real" she says to herself in her dream. She decides to let her conscience wander and her imagination run wild.

Little did she know that the machine exaggerated the dream she wanted into something far from what she had in mind. Her living room windows shatter and black ninjas emerge out of the broken glass shards. The black sleek suited men enclose around her capturing her.

She lets out a scream and the ninjas tie her hands and feet together. Putting a blindfold on her eyes, they take her into a teleporting device which takes then in a cold, damp room.

Emily is seated and tied to a chair. Footsteps run away and she feels the presence of the ninjas leave. Soon however, an odd intimating presence arrives. The leader that sent the ninjas enters the room and takes the blindfold off Emily.

The leader is dressed in a gray suit showing off his wealth and high status. The room is filled with a low malevolent chuckle from the ominous man. Emma glares at him although she's full of fear of what he's planning on doing.

His low voice rings in Emily's ears. "Do you know why you're here?"