[ WP ] Write a story of a person whose dreams continue a single story each night .

Lights off. 
 
 That moment when the world around fades out and you can completely lock yourself in your thoughts, your anticipation for something. I've never looked forward to sleeping so much as I do right now. Well, not the actual sleeping, I guess, but dreaming, if you could call it that. It's gotten to the point of obsession. I'm responsible for people's lives when I'm awake, but each day I ca n't wait for the time when I'm not. 
 
 It's not even that I'm depressed or unhappy about something, I have no actual excuse to be in such weird, seemingly sad, state. That dream ruined everything else for me. Yes, that `` dream''. It's singular. I began dreaming `` it'' no more than a couple of weeks ago. 
 
 When I go to sleep, I see a beach. I never liked beaches. They're so endlessly empty. Yet I dream of one. My beach is n't empty though, it never was. There is this lone wooden watchtower just by the shore, and just as wooden house neighboring it. The serenity of it all was unbelievable. The rock at the far side of the beach, palm trees to the right, endless waters to the left, and in front of me a couple of wooden structures that seem to have been here since forever. It feels like being in a painting, every detail complements every other, only I can see inside of it. 
 
 Every night I get to see deeper inside this `` painting''. I got to see the inside of the house last night. It feelts lived-in, but there was nothing there. Cupboards without cups, bookcases without books. Am I the first dreaming this? 
 
 Here comes the fall. 
 
 I'm outside the house. I move left, towards the watchtower. Could n't have been more than few steps before I'm looking at a ladder heading up. I start climbing. It does n't feel safe, but I'm sure I'm meant to be here. The ceiling of the watchtower's platform is pretty low, I can barely stand up. 
 
 What a view! I doubt any awake-thing can top this. That thought makes me sad. Am I addicted to this? 
 
 There's a big, red, scratched up button on the side of the platform's fencing facing the water. It's the first thing I've seen here that does n't feel like it belongs. Of course, I reached out to press it, out of curiosity. 
 
 I'm awake again. Dreams apparently have cliffhangers, who would've thought. 
 
 The day is just a blur, even if it should n't be since I'm that guy that makes sure your 911 calls go through. Imagine me sleeping on the job. Yet before I know it, I'm back home, about to turn the lights off again. 
 
 I'm falling. 
 
 Where's the button? Now it's just a bland, boring, rotting wooden watchtower. I climb back down, frustrated with my own dream. 
 
 This glow was n't here last time. It is n't supposed to be here. It's alien. The moonlight pales in comparison to the radiant blue glow emanating from what appears to be a person. In fact, it's a girl, standing on the white white sand, her long hair being thrown around by the non-existant wind. She's wearing a night gown. Her eyes are closed. Is she sleeping? I start moving closer to her. 
 
 `` Why are you here?'' I ask the girl, out of fear more than out of curiosity. 
 
 I start picking my pace up. `` Who are you?'' 
 
 I do n't seem to be getting any closer. `` You are not welcome here!'' 
 
 `` THIS IS MINE! GET OUT!'' 
 
 Awake in cold sweat. Wondering whether the girl will still be there next night, I get up. Again, a blur. Lights off. 
 
 The fall. 
 
 I keep falling. 
 
 I never stop. 
 
 

