Gotten Idea in June-August 2021

From the days of yore, where man dreams every night. That is how it is started. To keep peace and sleep, soundly dream happened. The Dreamer's Night Program was created to ensure that. It was required at an exact time that the workers would access every sleeper. They would insert a dream, whether it was good or bad depended on how the sleeper was feeling. Someone else would choose the topic that the dream was about based on the information given about their sleeper. Then there was the nightwatchers. They looked over everyone and made sure they were doing their job. These would never work directly with a sleeper nor contact them. Some of the other workers would go to their dreams and supervise that their dreams were going "smoothly".

Everyone knew of the program and the workers would often go to certain facilities telling all about it. But there was one nightwatcher that was different.

He was one that trained others, he was suppose to not mess with the sleepers. He was suppose to just make sure it was going well, but that was when he was accidentally wrapped into the world of a sleeper's dream.

She was so sad, so miserable, and always cried. Her dreams were sorrowful and he couldn't help but feel remorse for the girl. He didn't know her or what she was going through. That was when he started watching her from the outside. He wanted to just hug or comfort her, but he couldn't. Only the Night Soothers entered dreams to make sure all is going well.

Then one day when he was training one he accidentally fell into her dream. Name~(Lazuli Lysandra Lamar "Armaros"~cursed)

He was mortified that he fell in, but he fell near her. The girl paused quite confused wondering "Did you just fall from the sky?" The girl smiled and laughed for the first time he saw her.

He smiled and asked if she was alright she was crying and he was worried. The girl blinked never had anyone care enough before and that itself made her happy. He hugged her gently with comfort as she leaned on him while she eventually told him all her sorrows and called her Lumi.

When she woke up she put her hand out and was sad it was over.

Legend- as his name was was transported out as soon as she awoke. Everyone was shocked and the newcomer apologized for accidentally transporting him there. He shook his head revealing it was fine.

The next night the same scenario happened and he comforted "Lumi" as she told him of her loneliness and how everyone disdain her. She told how they always calling her a name that means cursed (Armaros). She wants to cry but that be weak so only by herself she does. She wants to travel and bring smiles to people's faces. She wants to sing and preform and have people cheer and just make people happy with her voice, but every scorns her just because. She told him everything. For nights it continued, they explore dreams together and he would always be there for her and she loved to dream because of her friend she called "Laiki". Those dreams they had together for days turned into week and months and years.

He eventually told her about what he was part of the dreamers night program and how he accidentally fell into her dream and he doesn't regret it. She laughed and smiled -she who vaguely knew about it was glad.

He might of been one of the youngest but that was because relatives of his are part of it and it wasn't until her sophmore year when her school had dreamers night program people come to tell about it.

Legend who is 19 and being a Nightwatcher teaches new workers what to do was there explaining things. They neither know their real names, but know all about their lives. Would they still be able to embrace their friendship outside the dream.

Excerpt when he first goes to the school,

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome and thank you for having us. I am Legend, one of the Night Watchers in the Dreamer's Night Program that helps take care our your dreams. Ever had a dream you cherished? You can thank our crew.. A person emotions and well being causes if the dream is bad or good, so remember to help to keep your mental state up. Most Night Watchers make sure the sleeper, you guys have is smooth dream. Anytime there a person you never met in your dream that is mostly one of us. Night Watchers tend to just oversee and never enter the dream to make sure everything is going how it should- well I have, but that because I have special permission." Special permission to help and care for Lumi, he thought. "We are also taking requests if anyone wants to join the program or even have a dream topic request?" Legend called over, "Now listen to Marlo tell you more about choosing the topics..." He tells as he walks off stage to get materials to hand out.

He walks in the hallway and accidentally slightly bumps into the girl's shoulder and not realizing it he automatically say, "Excus......me." He trails off until he widened his eyes, "L-lumi?"

She too realized it was him and asked, "Laiki? What are you... Oh the program, right?"

He nods, "I didn't actually expect to see you outside of the program. It's strange y'know actually seeing you and feeling you."

Lazuli agreed, "Yeah.... I am curious do you ever get sleep?"

Legend laughs, "Anyone who goes into a sleeper's dream gets sleep the same way a sleeper does. But before that I had off days and slept in the day. I was watching you for awhile, you know. I hated that you were like that... I wanted to do something"

Excerpt ends

Prologue thing I wrote for this around June-July

I think I am insane, crazy even. I really need help. I keep whispering to myself thinking, 'I'm crazy, what is crazy is this world I live in with the people who refuse to accept me.' It is so bad that my head is exploding and my heart in pounding on my chest screaming at me to do who knows what. It is this anxious feeling, but I have no idea what to do or help it. I just want to scream, cry, and close my eyes. I want to be somewhere else and far away from everyone. I want to be in a place where it is just me and my paradise, a field of wonders.

I have everything someone would have. Well when you think of teenager. And it quite sad that people just think of them like that. It is too typical that is is cliche. Anxiety, depression, stress, and so much more. But the ones that cause it is not even me. It is everyone else. Things nobody understands. They do things and don't understand the pain I get. They say things but are hypocrites about them. They say things that hurt and make me realize harsh truths.

I thought I was well liked. I thought I had happiness. I thought I had people who actually liked me, but because I was weird or deemed not normal by society....I realized everything. I would of prefer still living in a blind world where I thought everything was happy, than realize this truth and facing it. I hate it all. Why did he have to tell me the truth of everything? 'You think everyone likes you, but they don't. Nobody likes you.' I didn't believe it..Not at first. I asked the others and one of them said 'Don't ask me. Don't look at me, he said it,' and I didn't know what to think. And some of the others just laughed at what he said, like it was the funniest joke. It would happen for awhile and that is what hurt. But he actually showed me how much he hated me. He spoke it. Words were way powerful than actions. Nobody could change my mind. Words hurt your heart, while physical pain just hurt on the outside, but eventually heals. I would always fight back, but it seemed anything I do or say was useless. How do you come up with a good comeback so quickly? How do say something like that? I had medium confidence, it should of been way lower. But for some reason I had a lot. The worse part was it was too high, that whenever something went wrong I was overconfident and became sad and depressed right afterwards. I thought I was decent. Brown and wavy hair with brown or hazel eyes. I thought I was alright, I look good enough for me and thought others would think so too. I had glasses of a violet color that were oval and round. But nobody could see what I could see. I was told 'You are ugly and look like a horse.' I would always say something about he should take a glance at himself in the mirror then. 'What? Are you laughing? You seriously sound weird. That is not a laugh.' And then he would mimic me. It made me hate him. That was just the beginning.

The ones that resided in the house I lived in drove me insane day by day. The few things that kept me going was the belief I would be strong and keep going. I would listen to music that I liked or fit my mood. I would sing when nobody was around. I would write to contain the little sanity I had left. They hated everything I did. They claimed 'I did it too much,' and didn't understand anything I was going through. They practically hated when I cry, but what makes me think when I am the most insane is at night...Since at night I am asleep, everything is better and he comes. He is always there, but never exist in reality. I even tried to figure out which person corresponds to being him, but it is useless. He is none, but in that time I always act like we know each other. He acts like it too. And we sit around dancing in a paradise, a beach. Even sometimes singing and he is there always understanding...And yet I want him to exist in real life. I just wonder how someone as broken as me, have hopeful and peaceful dreams? I am known as Lazuli. Just that. I live in a world where humans and people like me get tossed aside because of society and we have to somehow bare it.....

I had that dream again. It was of him. I was crying in his arms of everything that happened today. And he just held me and that is all I needed. A hug. It was so warm and comforting. It was the most gentle thing, and it was what I needed. He listened with every muscle in his body. Then afterwards he had yet to comfort me, so he lifted me up from the grass. He started dancing; I started dancing. He would tell me what I thought of the place. It was my dream land, a paradise. But in the dream I had no idea I was dreaming. It was always like that. And when I woke up I would be sad and think it over. Sometimes I wonder if it could be real, and he just brings me to a paradise where things are better. And then I would somehow always fall asleep in the grassland where he would take me back to my bedroom. But nobody else says anything about me being gone at night, so it must be impossible. I just wish that he would be real and I could meet him. But I know that is impossible. And the strangest thing is he has different looks. Sometimes his hair is straight black with ear piercings, and other times its blonde as a ghost.

I am just sitting here thinking of everything, but I am going to be late. But I am tired and mentally drained. I want curl back up to sleep, but then my parents would get mad. I have to be on time when most people are like several minutes late every day. But none of those people care about me. Just because I am somehow smart, tall, and speak my mind. Just because I do "good" when in reality I am not. I just try to turn things in on time and by in time I mean the night before if it is something I am dreading. I walk down thinking of those song lyrics and tune in my head that represent me. But it is bad anyway.

The best thing about my schedule this year is I choose classes with barely any of my year, so these people do not know me or can judge me or even think I am weird.

Names:

Lazuli/Luniza Lysandra Lamar

Is called "Armaros" since it means curse

Legend calls her "Lumi"

Legend Saydan Sayers

Lazuli calls him "Laiki"