I was greeted by a blast of warm air as I entered the bar. It was fully lit with loud chattering, despite the fact that it was two o' clock in the morning. I sat by the countertop and ordered a beer.

I was all alone, which was what I wanted because I was busy dwelling over my nightmare; I just wanted it to go away.

When I got my beer, I began gulping it down while staring hard at the black countertop, my mind tangled in crazy thoughts. I then heard bells, indicating that a new customer came in. I didn't budge to look up to see who it was.

I then sensed someone sitting next to me; I still stared at the blackness.

"One whiskey, please," I heard the person said.

I almost choked on my beer; that voice sounded so darn familiar. Don't look up, Toosk-- your mind is just playing tricks on you, that's all.

I waved it away and continued drinking and staring.

"Are you...okay?" I heard the person asked me.

I took a sip. "Yeah," I answered gruffly.

"You don't look fine."

"Good to know." I took another gulp, finishing my bottle.

"So...how are you?" the person pressed on.

"Fine." I felt like telling the person to shut up; I did not feel like talking one bit.

"Okay...So you come here often?"

"Sometimes. I dunno." I frowned at the countertop, trying to fight the urge to snap at the person.

"The countertop's entertaining you?" I sensed the person trying to get a good look at me.

"Yup."

"Interesting." He chuckled, getting the message that I was only kidding.

I couldn't help but smile as well. "Good one." I looked up to face the person, which turned out to not be a good idea at all.

Blond hair...that smirk... He was the guy from my nightmare.

I gulped and felt myself turn pale.

"You want another beer?" the guy asked me cooly.

"Ummm..." I was lost at words. I never met this guy, I never knew he existed in reality. But here he was, sitting next to me at a bar, being very friendly. "Sure." I shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good." He took a sip of his whiskey and told the bartender to fetch another bottle. He then turned to face me once again, placing his arm on the countertop. "So, why are you here?"

"Uhhh..." I shrugged with pursed lips. "I dunno." I didn't want to say: "Because I have nightmares of you, creepy dude."

"That's fine, that's fine..." The guy nodded his head. "People come here for no reason at."

I felt a question burning inside me. I had to ask it or else it would literally kill me. "Had we meet before?" I blurted out. I felt my heart pumping loudly, waiting for his answer.

The guy shook his head slowly. "No...I don't think so..."

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. Oh great, now I'm insane.

The bartender came to the rescue and handed me another beer. I took it with with relief and almost downed all of it.

I placed the almost-empty bottle on the countertop and sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just that you look so...familiar..."

"That's okay, no need to apologize..." The guy looked at me strangely, waving his hand in front of me.

Oh no... I thought to myself. He's gonna know...He's gonna know about my dreams... Like as if he was going to know what I had been dreaming about just by looking at my face.

"You have something...right here." The guy pointed to his chin.

I touched my chin in the same area hesitantly. "Right here?"

"Yeah."

I began to rub my chin so that whatever was on it would get off; at least this guy was nice enough to inform me that there was something on my face. "Did I get off?" I removed my hand from my face

"No..." He shook his head. "I think it's something that you have to wash off."

"Well, okay...I'll be back."

With a sigh, I got up and walked over to the bathrooms. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. "Nothing on my chin. Good," I mumbled to myself.

I walked out and rejoined the guy. "Is it gone?" I asked, sitting back down on my stool.

The guy nodded his head. "Yup."

"Good." I finished the rest of my beer. "So, do you live here?"

"In the bar?"

I gave him a serious look with raised eyebrows.

The guy began to laugh wheezily. "I was only joking!" He softly punched my arm. "You meant to say if I live around here!"

"Yeah..." I chuckled as well, but uncomfortably.

I suddenly began to feel woozy, like as if I drank three times the beer I had already drunk. My vision began to blur and was spinning around; all the sounds around me turned muffled like as if someone stuffed my eyes with cotton.

Then, before I was able to decipher what was happening to me, everything went black.

I woke up to a brightness. I sensed myself floating, slowly bobbing up and down. My vision was back to normal, but I wasn't able to see beyond the glass that was between me and the room I was in; I was just able to see blurs of color.

Then, I realized why I was floating and why there was glass in front of me: because I was in water.

Oh shoot. The first thing that came into mind was that I was going to drown because I had no idea how to swim.

I began to panic, banging on the glass, but the water would just vibrate back at me. After a few more hard pounds, the glass began to crack.

Yes.

I shoved myself hard against the glass, making it crack underneath my weight and give out; I flew out of whatever I was in and skidded onto the cold, hard floor.

Then, I felt that I was wearing an oxygen mask so that I could breathe under water. Oh. I tore it off from my face.

I got up slowly then gazed down at myself: I was soaked, covered with cuts from the glass, and was only wearing my boxers. What is this?! my mind screamed. What's going on?!

I gazed around the room, which looked like a professional science lab and detected a closet to my right with my clothes and a towel. With haste, I dried myself and slipped back into my clothes.

After I was done, a thought came into my mind: How am I gonna get out of here?

I found a door across from the closet, like as if it answered my thought. I quickly exited the room through in, ending up in a long, empty, white hallway. Okay...Just follow the white long road. Or hallway, I should call it.

I fast-walked, following the direction of the hallway, fortunately finding the exit of the building.

I scrambled out from the building, ending up on a beach that dipped into the vast ocean. The sun was peeking out from the ocean, notifying me that it was dawn. So...now I'm close to the beach... Wait... No... That's not good! How am I gonna get outta this place?! I don't even know if I'm close to home!

I began to worry a bit, pacing around the building anxiously to see if there was anyone who can tell where on earth I was.

Then, I found a small harbor next to the building with boats bobbing to the rhythm of the ocean.

Perfect.

I jumped over the small, locked gate, rushed down the wooden dock, and got onto one of the boats. I then turned it on and began to sail away, heading west, according to the compass there was next to the wheel.

Finally, I saw a familiar beach, and with that, I landed and hopped off the boat, rushing over to the bar; it was luckily close to the beach. There, I found my car still sitting in the parking lot, thankfully. I got into it and drove off into the sunrise, back home.

I was just hoping that Bebe wouldn't wake up before I arrived....