Peer Pressure (Fiction Friday One, revised)

There is peer pressure when you're a teen, but there is also a fair bit as one gets...older. We won't get into how old. And it isn't pressure as much as thinking "well, if they can do that so can I> The "they" in this situation are two friends of mine. I haven't asked if I can link to their blogs, but I will. And if I can add a link I'll do a second post with that info.

Link because yes, their blogs are interesting, but mainly they have both been brave enough to start posting fictional work. Fictional Friday, as they are calling it. I too want to be a writer. Yes, I'm writing right now. Don't be a smart ass. I want to be a REAL writer.

So I have been reading what they've written and dang my friends be smart. I am not thinking "if they can write, so can I" because, well, that wouldn't make any sense. What I am thinking is "if they can be brave enough to put what they are working on out there, so can I". My first entry is short, but if I put it off until I have a whole chapter blogs will be a thing of the past and I'll be six feet underground. I'd rather try the now instead of ending up with the never. So here we go, however brief, my first Fictional Friday entry:

Everyone dreams. Or at least they used to, and it mattered. Perhaps I should start this whole tale with “once upon a time”.

Once upon a time everyone dreamed. They remembered their dreams, they talked about their dreams and it mattered. Not in the needing-a-good-night’s-rest sense of the word but rather in a world – with-end sense of the word. This may seem an extreme statement to you, but I can assure you that the real flesh and blood world we live in only exists as it does because the not so flesh and blood world of dreams exists. Symbiosis, and most humans aren’t even aware that this is how our world works.

There are doorways between the two. Some people go there when they dream, but – so far – very few from the world of dreams and nightmares have made the journey here. And the reason it is only a few is because there are guardians out there standing watch, protecting us. Gatekeepers. This was a surprise to me too, but I can tell you that as fewer and fewer people dream, and work on remembering their dreams, the harder it is to keep the doors from being breached. And if the doors become open on both sides then every creature ever dreamt of – including those that haunt our nightmares – will come pouring through; they hunger to be real. And that would be both the beginning and end of everything.