[ WP ] You exist only within somebody 's dream . Your very existence relies on their slumber . You must do anything and everything in your power to ensure they stay asleep .

It's not easy being in a dream. You lack any concrete, corporeal form, and your entire existence is dictated by the terms of the dream. 
 
 Ordinarily that would be the case. I seem to have gained some sort of autonomy; my Dreamer, Kelsey, was trying to find a way to lucid dream, but it backfired and her lucidity found it's way to me. I'm a fully formed dream construct who is self-aware. Awesome. 
 
 There's darkness in the dream, and Kelsey falls into a REM cycle. The darkness around shifts, and is painted with vibrant and elaborate colors. I take the form of a well-dressed, handsome man with dark stubble and unnaturally green eyes. I decide my name is Derrick. 
 
 Colors twist and paint themselves, a horizon stretches out at the edge of the darkness. Water fills the space, and suddenly there is a wooden deck beneath my black dress shoes. I am on the deck of a boat, moonlight striking against the dark water of the ocean. 
 
 Across the deck, Kelsey stands in a blue dress, her light brown hair pulled into a bun. She approaches me, the handsome suitor her consciousness has constructed. 
 
 `` Hello, Derrick.'' She says my name like it's the most natural thing she's ever said, and colors spill out of her mouth and swirl around us, and instantly I am in love. 
 
 The colors shift around us, and my body is now naked, touching her bare skin. We are in a bed together, sweat seeping from pores. I grip her tightly in my arms. 
 
 `` Derrick!'' she cries out suddenly, and the scene shifts, and I am down on one knee, extending a diamond ring out to her with a smile on my face. She clasps her hands together and nods, and I stand and we embrace. 
 
 Colors drip from her mouth again, and we are in a hospital room, holding our newborn child together. She looks up at me and smiles, and nuzzles her nose against our daughter's soft skin. 
 
 The colors become softer, and I begin to lose my form. I forget the name Derrick. Kelsey stands in the darkness, as the scene of a burning forest surrounds her. 
 
 `` I ca n't.'' The only words she is able to say. I will a hand to form, and I grab her wrist. Derrick as she knows appears, coming to life in a ray of color. 
 
 `` Come back to me,'' I plead. The fire in the forest begins to die out. Trees begin to vanish. 
 
 `` Ca n't,'' she replies, and then an impossibly bright light bursts from her body and I am gone. 

