Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-10319977-20151014202612

(Beginning of story:)

About three months ago I started having these strange dreams. I found myself waking up in another world. There was nothing particularly strange about the place, other than the fact I didn't recognize anyone or anything in it.

The location was always the same: a new looking farmhouse, far out in the country. When I first found myself standing behind it, I was confused, startled, and afraid. I had never been out in the country before, so my first assumption was that I'd been abducted.

However, this suspicion changed when I saw the arm of a girl waving around high in the air as she approached and greeted me. She seemed just as confused as I was that I, a complete stranger, was standing alone out in her backyard. Even so, she seemed friendly, and I soon found myself becoming less guarded. I found myself chatting with her for hours about her life on the farm, and learned a lot about her family. She had been living a pretty happy life: a hardworking father, a caring mother, a devious but still loving little brother, and a cute baby sister. It seemed to be picture perfect. The thought that "this place seems like a dream come true" entered my head, and that's when I woke up.

I was deeply upset that the dream had ended. There was no ending, there wasn't even a middle to it, just a brief taste of mystery and happiness before it was taken away in the blink of an eye. I resumed my day as per usual until I went to bed that night.

I found myself standing in front of the girl again. She spoke out the words "Yeah it is pretty dreamy isn't it? Come to think of it, I think it's perfect!" It occurred to me that she must be responding to the last thought I had before waking up, which I must have spoken out loud. I was ecstatic to find out that I was continuing the same dream as if it were some sort of episodic television series, only better because I was actually in it.

We continued chattering away about any number of things, and I even got to meet her little brother. He seemed just as one would expect, a smart but boyish kid who was hellbent on annoying his older sister in the most cliche ways: reading her diary, pranking her by leaving a bucket of milk waiting atop the door to her room. He grew on me immediately.

My pattern of waking up and living my usual, mundane life during the day and living in my new paradise at night resumed for weeks before I even found out they had internet in this world too! I had been so wrapped up in meeting the family and simply enjoying the peace and tranquility of this place that I had never bothered to find out much else.

Once I found out about it though, my interest and curiosity in this new world only skyrocketed. It was the internet alright. It functioned the same way, using the same devices and whatnot, but not the websites. Every single website was completely different. None of the websites from my world were here, nor did I recognize any.

Weeks went by until one day I realized what was triggering the end of each dream. I would stop to acknowledge the fact that this was a dream, and that's what would suck me out of it. I had lost the immersion each and every time. It wasn't until months into these dreaming "episodes" that I finally learned to control it. It took some mental discipline, but I was finally able to start convincing myself that this was my new, true home. This was where I belonged.

And it worked. I found myself staying in this place for several days in a row. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. I was able to stay to my hearts content, building a relationship with each of my new family members after they'd decided to adopt me. It eventually got to the point where I found myself accidentally remembering that this started from a dream, only to remain where I was. To this day I'm still unable to travel back to the "real" world.

It wasn't until recently that I discovered this website. I haven't always been a fan of literature, but since I've been going through a lot of new things lately, I figured I might as well stop by and share what's been happening to me. Maybe I'll meet more people in this dreamland. Only time will tell.

However, there is one thing I'm very sure of.

I love this place, and I never want to leave.

(End of story)

I want to know how this stands a story as well as whether or not it has enough of a "scare factor" seeing as how the only bit of uneasiness comes from the fourth wall break, and the Matrix-esk idea that this world we live in is someone else's dream. 