Trap

CHAPTER FOUR

The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it…………….   

Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm. 

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Let’s get back to my sister’s husband. I went in search of him to have a hearty discussion, at least he should know a thing or two that I don’t know, maybe he might even know of a way to go back and forth to the dream world. I saw him seating on a chair all alone, I wasn’t sure what he was doing, that ignorance almost cost me everything. I went ahead and called his name but I didn’t get any reply so I went further, that was when I discovered he was saying something in a weird language, a language I later discovered that it was the dream language. 

There was something on his face that I had never seen before, even in the dream world, it was like a scale was growing on his body, I took out my newly acquired phone to take some pictures, at least if I really wanted to know who he really is I should have some pictures of him in his real form. After snapping it I check the picture, all it showed was a normal human being sleeping on a chair. That intrigued me so I took another one just to be sure, still the same thing. I sat down on the chair opposite from him and watched him. The scale on his body started growing bigger and I couldn’t ignore it again. “What is going on?” was the only thing running through my mind like a treadmill. 

I don’t know what stood me up but I nudged him to wake up instead I felt myself drawn inside his body; I was confused till I realized I’m in a different reality “What just happened?” I asked myself.  

This was nothing like the haunted house in the dream world. It was bleak or should I say it is bleak, I called out his name hoping someone would answer me but what replied me made my leg weak. I was standing in front of an angry ocean, the waves were coming in hard, my frozen legs suddenly went into motion, then I heard a voice in my head “You’re toying with what you can’t stand, just make sure you don’t die here because you would be the one to save the world and take care of your sister.”

“Take care of my sister? I asked, aren’t you her husband?” I spoke into thin air. There was nothing around just darkness so there was no way I am actually sure there was nothing around. 

“That would change immediately I let you out of here, I won’t be accepted by my people and if I stay here my family would be in danger” 

“What do you mean by save the world?” 

“Don’t you know the prophecy?” he asked sounding a little bit annoyed 

“No” I replied 

“The undead boy would be the saviors end, short and simple” If I could see him, I’m pretty sure he was grinning. 

“How is that possible? I am trapped in here; I don’t even know where I am”

“You’re inside my body” he replied “I don’t know how to release someone from this kind of trap, but you can call for help” 

“How?” 

“Call for help in your mind” He said 

“Maybe when I’m outside you can guide me in fulfilling this your prophecy” I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” 

“It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” 

“I thought dreamers are immortal” I said 

“With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes”

“I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

“You’re not going to spend your whole life in here, just a great deal of time.” He replied. 

“I have to be somewhere.” I said to him. 

“Where’s this place that you need to be?” 

“I don’t know the exact place but my instinct will lead me there.”

“If it is that important, we can go to this place together” He said. 

“Don’t you dare, I said with anger, as if I could do anything to him, you can't leave my sister for any reason.”

“If I don’t leave her, at some point that means…

“I know, I said with regret, she would eventually be murdered by someone.” I finished his statement. 

“Don’t you have powers that can communicate with someone far away?” I asked him. 

“My powers do not include communication, sorry to disappoint you.” He replied 

I knew I was stranded inside his body or wherever it was I was trapped in “Do you have any other idea of what we can do?” I asked him. 

“Yeah, we go look for help.” He replied. 

“Nope, take that out of your mind, I said growing more frustrated, look for any other thing we can do.”

“Like what?” He asked. I could hear the edge in his voice, I was getting on his nerves, he didn’t ask for all these. 

“I don’t know, we have to think, that’s why I’m telling you we have to get creative.” I snapped. This guy is so dumb, only God knows how my sister fell in love with this guy. I thought to myself. 

After some hours when I was sure he was out of my head I called out to whomever might be listening with my mind. He might hear me if I used my voice. I didn’t get any response at first but after some heartbeat I heard a tiny voice talking softly. I thought it was Mark playing some kind of trick on me so I did not reply. 

“Why did you call me? I don’t have all day” The tiny voice said in a very cool voice no anger or haste in it. 

“I’m hearing some voices apart from yours, did you get some attention from your call?” Mark asked. So, he could hear anything coming into his body. 

“Yes, I got someone’s attention” I said to Mark. 

“Another evidence that you are truly the one, he said, what does this person say we should do?” He asked forgetting about the savior’s savior for once. 

“I don’t know, I can't hear well enough if you continue talking”

“Hmm” He muttered and kept quiet. 

The voice sounded feminine and a bit of anger has crept into it “I have things to do, if you’re just playing around say so and I would go back to my work.” 

“Oh, no, I’m not playing around, I really need your help.” I quickly said before she will cut the call. I don’t know if the communication is like that of a phone. 

“What do you want?” she asked, straight to business. 

“I got stocked in one of my friends and I don’t know how to get out” I said to her. 

What she said next confused me even more “You have to set your mind on getting out and make sure that your friend energy is at its peak when you want to come out or else, he will fall into what I call the Vizz.”

“What is the meaning of that?” I asked her. 

“It’s another word I use for Oblivion” she replied. 

“Oh, I said, is that all?”

“Nope, that’s just the beginning, after setting your mind on getting out of the prison you do the zapping thing.” The voice said. 

“What does that mean?” I asked her. She could confuse the entire world for sport. 

“What do you mean what does that mean? Where are you from?” She asked me. 

“I actually don’t know yet” I said thinking out loud. 

“That’s very strange, what’s your name?” she asked with a hint of curiosity.     

“I also don’t know.” I replied. 

“Okay, it’s none of my business…”

“Joseph, my name is Joseph” I replied. 

“What about your age?” 

“I would say twenty-six or something around that, why do you need my age again?” I asked her.

“Are you guys not done yet? Come on, I’ve got work to do” Mark said with impatience. 

“What work?” I snapped. “What should I do next?” I asked the voice. 

“What you do next does not matter, it is what he does next that matter.” She said laying emphases on the He.    

“What does that mean?” I asked her 

“Arrgh, are you a kid? Must I spell everything out for you?” she said with frustration. 

“I think you have to” I replied. It wasn’t my fault that I know small to nothing on what she was talking to me about. 

She sighed loud enough for me to know that she was pissed. I still don’t know why she went ahead to helping us. “What I was saying is that your friend must be ready to allow you come out of his body.” 

“Why won’t he be ready to let me out?” I asked. “We both want out of this” I said not knowing that there are more things to factor in than just that. 

“He might think he is ready but if there’s any hint of reluctance you won’t be able to get out.”

“Wow” I said laughing, you know when you’re scared but you can't do anything but laugh at how screwed you are? That was my kind of laughter. 

“Should I continue?” She asked. If I could see her face in that moment, it would be saying what the fuck is wrong with this guy.

“Yeah, I said, who knows I might get lucky.”

“Get a musical instrument_

“Musical instrument? What will that be used for?” I asked. 

“Will you keep disrupting me or will you allow me to do what you called me here for?”

“Sorry, I am listening” I said apologetically. 

“To be precise get a piano and play any song that makes him relax, that way his skin would have something to get busy on.” She stopped when she sensed that I wanted to ask a question. 

“You know he can hear everything you’re saying right?” I asked looking confused. I had to find a place to sit, I’ve been standing all this while and its already having an effect on my leg. I looked around but couldn’t find something to sit on so I just dropped on the beach. 

“That’s why I said he must be ready to let you out, you really are just a kid.” She said punching me in the guts by that statement. 

“You’ll look for a scar like tissue in his skin and rip it open and you’re out” she said it so casually like it was an everyday hobby. 

“I have to tear his skin?” I asked “And how will I even find this scar tissue?”

“You’ll look for it that’s how.” She replied and then everything was dead quiet. 

“Hey, where are you?” I called out to her but all I could hear was the still air.