Laying on my back after a very intense 'workout', I whisper in a very low voice…

“Pandemonium, deactivate. Imaginarium, deactivate!”

Looking at the three girls heavily asleep by my side and seeing how outside is already dark, a satisfied smile lingers on my face. Who knew that once my body was reconstructed by usage of divinity, I received such a ‘boost’…?

“I have to admit, even I am pleasantly surprised by my performance.”

Happy but tired, I went through everything that happened since I ‘died’ at the hands of a certain redhead until now, recalling each event, in an attempt to gather more details about my situation.

Unable to find anything of help, I let out a sigh through which I admitted defeat and closed my eyes. I hoped that sleep will provide me with the much needed clarity I desire.

Listening to the breathing of the three beauties by my side, I synchronized mine with theirs and let my mind wander…

A warm ray of sun touches my pale skin, as I open my eyes seeing the next breath I take leaking out in the cold air from my room just like it happens in winter time. I open my eyes again and instinctively look outside the window, trying to confirm that the long night has passed and that is morning again. I instinctively know that I have relived the same dream I keep on having since childhood and now that I am awake, the only proof of it happening, are the sweat on clothes that are glued to my body and the inexplicably cold air in my room, even if outside is hot as hell. It is summer again and the embrace from the girl of my dreams seems to be a really "cool" experience.

Like I already mentioned, I’ve been having this dream since childhood, therefore, not being able to dream anything else but this weird and psychotic scene where I am murdered in cold blood by a real beauty, made my parents think I’ve got at least one or two screws lose. It only happened after I have been checked by many doctors and psychologists, that all of them have been rendered speechless by this occurrence, raising the white flag and giving up on me and my realistic dreams. Not even a single one of them has been able to figure out what was wrong with me, fact that scared my folks even more, mom finding peace in the opened arms of the church, praying to a God she knew almost nothing about until that point, as where dad told me somewhere between the age of nine and ten: 'You're a man! Deal with your own problems!'

To me though, it did not look like there was anything abnormal...well except for the dream. What I mean is that I was perfectly sane and able to use my head, unlike other people around me. Taking into account that I have had this nightmare so often, I spent many nights from my childhood without sleep, fearing what could happen once I close my eyes. However, with time, it became somewhat normal for me that once I close my eyes, a girl will try (and eventually succeed despite my attempts to stop it) to stab me to death. Come to think of it, the annoying fact about all this, is that after 18 years worth of having this dream, probably with the first five or six that I can't remember, even now I don't know how she looks like. Sometimes I remember glimpses of that dream once I am awake, like her red fiery hair and her cherry-red lips, but I forget them soon enough only to be reminded again in the next night's dream.

That, for me is really weird and bothersome! After all, I have spent so many mornings waking up screaming and covered in sweat...

[Same nightmare?] – he asked calmly while sipping coffee from a coup

[It sure is cold like hell in here, did you let the A/C on again? The bill for this month is going to burry us both and here you are, trying to recreate the North Pole!! How many times must I tell you? There is no Santa Claus!!]

That is my roommate Vic. He is my best friend, as well as my cousin. One year older than me, thing that makes him almost 19 and I can't help but thinking of him as my older brother while, of course, he sees me as his younger and somewhat dumber brother. We have been together ever since I was born, because of my mother and his father being very close as brother and sister, which meant that our childhood was pretty much spent nagging and fighting each other, doing normal things that any child would.

Now that we are a bit older, things have changed and our relationship got a more mature air. Even so, with him being smarter, better looking and older (things that are reminded to me on daily basis), he always looks out for me and gives me the help I want, if I need it. How could I get ever angry with him? It's a complicated relationship between us, but even so, we care a lot about each other.

“Yeah…” – I replied while scratching my head with my right hand and yawning

“It's getting really tiresome! Come to think of it, what the hell are you doing on my bed with a coup of coffee in your...Fuck! Did I scream again?”

[Yep! And it was kind of funny, in a native Indian sort of way! If you stop and think about it for a second, you're just like my personal alarm clock in the morning. I do not have to worry about the time that I go to sleep, or the condition I am when I do! You will wake me up for sure, even if I happen to freaking die!] (Vic)

“And you let me have that nightmare while you were staying over there and enjoying your coffee and I was being daggered through the heart by a psychopathic woman!?”

[Yep! Want some?](Vic)

“Get the fuck out...and make me some too!” – I said while throwing a pillow at him

[Think of it as a payback for my sleep depravation...It's KARMA man, KARMA!](Vic)

With him laughing and me smiling bitterly, it seems like a just a normal day, if I ignore this massive headache I have.

He left the room and opened the kitchen door, made obvious by the sound the cups from the upper shelf when he knocked one into another. I got up and while I was putting some clothes on and trying to do something that wanted to be some kind of stretch, there I was, wondering how long it will take before he will start nagging me again. We are staying in a small apartment where the rent is acceptable by the way. Nothing fancy, but at the same time, a cozy space that you can call "home far from home". It is a place we both chose out of convenience, so that we could have access to both university and some really close super-markets.

Of course, as I previously guessed, he couldn't stop teasing me so our discussion continued, like always, with him believing that he is always right. And you know what the worst part of it is? He IS always right!

[You know, I really cannot understand you coz'!] – he said while entering my room and passing me a coup of fresh coffee

[You are living the dream! Literally!](Vic)

“Kind of... "dying the dream" maybe? Have to note that down somewhere before you continue your sermon...”

[Do you know how many guys want to dream about a girl at least once a week? And you have that dream every time you fall asleep! But, to make things worse, you keep complaining about it! That is just like you...] (Vic)

“Shut up! I'm sure if you would have this dream, you'd "rise" to meet her expectation, but knowing your personality, i'm pretty sure that with a dagger in her hand, you'll 'lose your head' in the process. If you know what I mean…”

[Oh! A morning joke? Sure! Make fun of the big guy! However, just so you know, if I was instead of you in that dream, she wouldn't be holding a dagger in her right hand!](Vic)

“Ahh!! Just great! Now that's an image I didn't want to see like, EVER... Excuse me while I go iron my eyes out! Don't you have classes Vic?”

[Don't YOU, have classes Michael? I mean if you skip anymore, I am pretty sure that you won't pass this year! You sleep way too much. You are like an Olympic sleeper! Go outside, talk with your friends and while you are at it, you had better look for a job, because your only chance of passing this year, is by passing through the university's doors! Got it? Like passing from one place to another... HAHAHA!] – he said while laughing by himself

Yes! That is my name: Michael Kyrie. I have kept on asking my parents about it, quite a few times, but they didn't tell me anything of use. All that I know is that Kyrie means "lord" or something classy like that, thing we inherited from an ancestor of ours. Speaking of which, there’s a strong feeling of déjà vu now that I think about it… Anyway, about me there aren't many things to say...I like all kinds of music, movies, and any other activities that involves moving very little and not giving a shit about the outside world. To put it simply I am a very plain person, pretty normal I may add, despite what others may think. My favorite sport, if that would exist, would be sleeping. Yes you've heard me right, sleeping! Even with that crazy dream I still like to spend a lot of time lazing in bed. Why? Well I asked myself that very same question many times, but the answer seemed to be always the same: because I get bored easily! And as result to that I couldn't help but to find life, the same way: boring, simple and without any trace of anything fun or abnormal in it. It should be noted that the reason I probably got this view of the world, would be because of that dream. It made me want more than this life had to give and it transformed over the years in a passion for the supernatural (if you'd like to see it that way) and a continue wish to change or exchange this world with one that could keep my already abnormal mind, busy.

The real world and the dream that I kept on having each time I would fall asleep, didn't quite pair up well, so in return for keeping my sanity intact, the normality of the world and the abnormality of my dream became the attraction to supernatural. Quite simple actually! And healthy...

[Dude, I must leave in five minutes or I’ll be late for my first class!](Vic)

“Thank Reaper! Sure Vic! Don't worry about me! Go and have a nice day, while I will fall asleep in those same...five minutes!?” – I said, while pausing because of something that didn’t seem right

[Reaper? Are you still half asleep? Come on Mike, I’m serious! Wake up and do something! Anything! It's a beautiful day outside, the sun is up, it's full of people and you should just go and enjoy the beauty of it. Find a job, find a girlfriend, find some unicorns for all I care! Just get out of the damned bed and do something!](Vic)

“Ugh... lots of people and a scorching summer Sun. Two things I hate the most paired up in a fucking combo!” -I thought

It annoys me how ignorant is the human as a species and I consider myself more of a night person anyway. Therefore, getting up from the bed at 10 o'clock in the morning, only to deal with heat and other people is too much of a drag...As result, i just sleep throughout the day and get out after the stars appear, to just look at the sky, breathe in the cold air of the night, when there's almost no one else outside that could do anything to ruin the perfect scenery. I can enjoy the moon and the silence as much as I please, without having anyone to bother me.

“But I don't wanna go! It is hot outside and booooring! I wanna stay insindeeeeeee....” – I complained

[What are you!? Five? Get out of the bed Mike! It's been three days since you left the house. If you go and search for some jobs, try at the mid-market, the one after ‘FreeSells’.If you are searching for some friends, you might ‘wanna’ pass through the campus. I am sure you'll find your lost friends somewhere in there, maybe even in....CLASSES! I will be back late so don't wait for me. Man, scolding you take to much time and effort! Gotta’ run or I’ll be late!](Vic)

“Fine mom! I'll go out today...after all this talk, my sleep has gone out trough the window. Thanks a lot Vic!”

[Shut up and get dressed properly already! You took your t-shirt backwards... And take a shower first! You stink! Bye!](Vic)

While getting up from the bed, I had this strange feeling how I should be careful not to wake up someone, but then turned around and found the bed empty. This sort of strange feeling, made the headache grow worse…