DREAM ON is a story about a boy who is transported back to the times of the gladiators in Rome... or was it? I can't quite recall anymore... I would be going through the story again as I retype it here...
DISCLAIMER: All scenes, characters, names and places that may be similar to real situations are all coincidental and are just made up by a 12-year old kid.
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“Where am I?” Mikey asked as he saw himself in a white chamber filled with smoke.
“What am I doing here?” he asked as he explored the smoky chamber.
When he was exploring the chamber, at one side the smoke cleared and he saw someone familiar.
“Hello, my lad,” Old Hernews aid as he approached Mikey.
“Old Hernews?” he paused. “What are you doing here?”
“On second thought what are we doing here?” Mikey asked irritated.
Old Hernews smiled and answered, “Well let’s put it this way, you’re having another dream rather you’re having a coma.”
“A coma?” Mikey exclaimed. “What’s that?”
“You’re really still a young boy, you still don’t know much,” Old Hernews said.
“You still have not answered my question yet,” Mikey said. “What are we doing here?”
“Well this is a nice chance for you,” Old Hernews said.
“A nice chance for what?” Mikey asked.
“You boys are really hard to handle,” Old Hernews said as he said some magic words, which made his hands glow. “A good chance for you to meet your parents.”
“Meet my parents? How? “ Mikey asked as hew was surprised to hear that Old Hernews is going to help him.
“Have you forgotten that I have the magic to help you?” Old Hernews said.
“Okay… okay,” Mikey said. “Let’s start.”
“The only thing we need is patience,” Old Hernews proclaimed as he made the glow of his hands brighter.
“The only thing you need to do is dream,” Old Hernews said. “You must dream that you are with your parents, that you are going back to the time of your parents.”
“First thing we have to do is,” paused Old Hernews coughing. “To get out of this smoky place,” Old Hernews said as he waved his hands in a circular motion, making the smoke disappear into a whirlpool.
And in no time,they were back to Ancient Rome, to the house of Old Hernews, this was the place the two were heading for.
“Here we are,” Old Hernews said as he opened the door to his old cottage.
As they entered, Old Hernews got a rug and a duster and started dusting the whole area with the help of his magic.
“You are lucky,” said Mikey as he sat on a clean chair, watching the rug and duster flying around, cleaning the cottage.
“Why is that so?” Old Hernews asked.
“Because you don’t get tired easily because of your magic,” Mikey said.
“I wished I had magic like yours,” Mikey said.
As Old Hernews heard this from Mikey, he quietly said some magic words and pointed his hands to Mikey, making him glow like gold.
“Old Hernews, what are you doing?” Mikey asked.
“I’m just fulfilling what you wished for,” Old Hernews said smiling to the young man.
“Why don’t you try it,” Old Hernews said as he sat on his chair.
“Try what?” Mikey asked impatiently.
“Your magic,” Old Hernews proclaimed.
“Really?”Mikey said. “Okay, I’ll try it.”
He pointed his hands to a nearby vase and tried to make it fly around the room. He tried but it did not fly.
“Why is it not flying?” asked Mikey in despair. “I can’t do it.”
“Yes you can,” Old Hernews said as he pat the back of Mikey. “If you only believe.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” Mikey said determined. “Now fly…”
And in an instant…
“I did it.” Mikey said jumping around. “The vase is flying. I did it!”
“I told you, you can,” Old Hernews said.
“Thanks for the tip,” Mikey said as he made the vase land on the table.
“Now enough of that,” Old Hernews said. “Now that you have the magic, you can now go back through time and meet your parents,” Old Hernews proclaimed.
“When the sun sets, you must get to sleep and in no time, you’ll be with your parents again,” Old Hernews said as he got his cane and went outside to see whether the sun was already setting.
“We just have to wait,” Old Hernews said as he closed the door of his little cottage.
At sunset, Mikey was already sleepy and wanted to go to bed.
“Okay,” Old Hernews said. “All you have to do is dream… dream… dream… dream…” Old Hernews said as he whispered softly in the ears of the sleeping Mikey. “Don’t worry I’ll always be with you.”
“O dear magic, give me the power to bring this young man to the rightful hour… O dear magic, may he be with his parents he always dreamed to see.”
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I guess you know by now why DREAM ON is the title of this story...
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