[ 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 .

She's walking through a forest now. The white bark of the birch trees is a stark contrast to the ground they spring from. Behind the trees, men in canvas pants and black slicker jackets stand like statues, unmoving, their faces obscured by heavy gas masks. As she walks, she watches the men. With each step a new figure appears and disappears from view behind their trees. 
 
 I watch from the shadows, from the blurry edges surrounding her. I wait for the men to start moving, to attack her, but they remain still. I watch all the same. 
 
 She turns away from the men and sees a playground in front of her. It's empty. The swings shake gently in the breeze. The roundabout squeaks, as if a child has just gotten off, in search of a new distraction. 
 
 I feel the quake. The blurry edges grow darker, and as if the world were in a fading vignette, this dream bleeds away. I move quickly, to touch her shoulders and turn her around to face me, but I'm not quick enough. 
 
 Now she's riding a motorcycle. Electric yellow. It's nighttime in Miami, and the city lights are whizzing past us like so many fireflies. The streets are empty, clean. Somehow, the motorcycle is quiet. I follow behind her, hovering just above her head. As she makes a turn, nervousness worms its way inside me. She could fall. Or crash. I try to get closer. 
 
 Another turn. As if the city were a jungle and we just entered a clearing, the path opened up. Behind us, the skyscrapers fade away. We're heading toward the ocean. The street dead-ends into a guard rail. And she's driving right for it. 
 
 I rub my hands together and my body falls further down. My fingers brush the top of her helmet. Streetlights that are n't there reflect off its surface. I just need to stop her. I focus. I fall. I'm touching her hair. 
 
 She slams into the guardrail and is thrown over the handlebars. The vignette rushes in with frightening speed. I fly towards her, arms outstretched, hoping.
