Sleeper #2

"Luke."

Someone else is here with me. I am not alone.

"Luke."

Startled, I lift my head from my bed. Nothing. The voice still reverberating through the walls of my room, I couldn't place it's source.

This is all just a bad dream.

I close my eyes, hoping for an escape from this nightmare. It was as if my eyes were still open, my room still in my vision, now accompanied by a bright silhouette standing at the foot of my bed.

What was that?!

I shoot my eyes open, my body now shaking with adrenaline. My room was as empty and dull as it was when I fell asleep. The voice was still apparent like a ghostly fog.

I have to wake up. I HAVE TO.

I force my eyes shut, finding the apparition next to me, looking me over. I was paralyzed, helpless. The figure then approached the door before turning, seemingly starring at me. Reaching out to open the door, words precipitated toward me, "We have something we need to tell you." The figure exited into what seemed like an endless black. Curiosity a curse now, I roll to crawl out of my bed. My feet land and I pause.

I have to know. 

Approaching the door, I extend my hand, opening to find what looked like some sort of forest. I enter, closing the door behind me.

As I begin to scan my surroundings, I soon find the door had gone, leaving me in this strange place. Leaves rustle and I see a light jutting through the brush, hiding from my sight. Stepping closer, I find a familiar object. 

This is from that damn dream.

The orb slithered into the pathway, bouncing in acknowledgement of my existence. The object traveled down the trail as I tread behind until we came to a large stump where it had placed itself. As I begin to step closer to it, a bright flash emanates from the orb, temporarily blinding me. When my sight cleared, I found myself in the shadow of a tall, faceless figure, cloaked in a flowing sheet that looked as if it was a fragment of space itself.

"What do you want?!,” I asked, frustrated, frightened.

"We have come to deliver a message, a message of hope. Hope that we are not too late," the giant said in a voice that sounded like a ghostly choir.

"Too late for what? Who the hell are you?!”

"We are Gaia. We are the life source of all celestial bodies; Planets of which you must save."

"Haha, me? You want me to save...planets?" I said chuckling nervously and in disbelief. "You're joking right? This is just some messed up dream. This isn't real, you are not real."

The figure reached out, striking me in the chest.

Holy shit, this might actually be real, I thought painfully.

"Luke, you must find it within yourself to become what you must. There is much more at stake than just your Earth. We haven't much time. Go now, and the answers will be illuminated for you, much like this path."

I hear the leaves rustling. Trees swaying in the wind, branches creaking like the floorboards of an old house. Suddenly everything became very real. 

How could I be dreaming all of this?

HOW?! How could I possibly do anything to save anyone?!

I looked up at the empty canvas of a face on the featureless skull, "What if I can't? What if I never find it within myself to do what I need become your savior?", nearly shouting now, "Why me?"

"You will, Luke. There is reason we are here. There is a reason you are here."

"How do you know?! I exclaimed.

The giant of a figure lowered itself near my face, ironically making me feel much smaller. Inches from me, it whispered into my ear with heavy words, "Because everyone is counting on you."

It was then that I was stricken by a force so great I was like paper in the wind. As I made contact with the ground, everything went black.

Coherence began to come back to me. I raised my head, lifting the upper half of my body off the surface, slowly opening my eyes.

My room was as empty and dull as it was when I fell asleep. 

I release a sigh of relief.

It was all a dream.

I was finally able to close my eyes as I collapsed back into my pillow.

"Luke."