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Sometimes, his dreams never make sense. Not in a “Well that was random and weird,” kind of dream, but more in a “Why does this seem real.” Most of the times his dreams and nightmares are normal, well, normal to a 10 year old anyways. Other times, they seem real.
In one of these dreams, he was eight. He didn’t know why he knew that, all he knew was that he was eight. He was running from a monster chasing him, it was angry at him probably. It looked like a yellow spiky turtle with legs. He doubted it was a turtle though, because he didn’t remember turtles being able to run this fast.
He tripped on a branch, or was it a rock? There was a cliff so probably a rock. The monster looked at him directly in the face, snarling at him. Yup, it was mad. Someone screamed. He was scared.
Next thing he saw was a blinding white and a guitar riff was heard in his ears.
A faint voice could be heard, it felt like a shout. Next thing he knew a giant blue dragon with two white wings was standing in front of him on two legs facing the turtle monster.
His only thoughts at the time were "Awesome!" as he stared in wonder and awe as the dragon fought off the turtle monster. There was dust everywhere, but he could always tell where the dragon was. After a few good punches were thrown and probably some laser blasts, the dragon flung the turtle by its tail Olympic style and sent it flying. He had a huge smile on his face, beaming at what the dragon did. The dragon turned to him.
He couldn't remember his face.
From the distance, two boys ran up to him. An older boy with brown hair who towered over him and another boy with deep violet hair who seemed around his age. He could never remember their names or faces, only that they were there.
"Are you okay Daisuke?" the older boy asked him.
“Okay? I’m better than okay! That was awesome!” he shouted with joy. He got up and ran up to the approaching dragon and hugged his leg.
“You’re so cool Vee!” he told the other affectionately. The dragon chuckled back at him.
“You bet I am!” the dragon smiled back at him. Laughter could be heard echoing throughout the rest of the dream.
And then he woke up.
Sometimes, details of the dreams would linger on for a bit. He could always remember the dragon clearly, but it would escape him later on. Even then, his memory of the dragon wasn’t all the same. At times the dragon was taller than his room with wings that carried themselves high into the air, swooping together around joyfully. Other times though the dragon would be as small as his teddy bear, tossing him up in the air and catching him with glee. At least he could remember that he was blue. Blue is his favorite color! Well, next to yellow and orange.
He would remember the other boys for a little while too, but the memories would leave him even faster than the dragon. The older boy seemed to have had experience being out in the wilderness. He would always have the best places to set up camp and bring back the best food possible, evening knowing which foods were poisonous too. He was so cool! However, he was the first one to leave his mind first, his face and voice extra blurry to him.
The other boy was more of a mystery to him. He seemed to be shy, as far as he could tell. He barely talked to him and always referred to him by his last name with an honorific. Overall, he was kinda weird to him. Not that being weird is a bad thing! However, one detail he remembered about him was that he had an older brother. He always talked about how smart and cool he was, how he can solve high school level problems like it was nothing and how he made him soap bubbles that they would blow together. His big brother seemed cool, cooler than Jun anyways. Then again, most people are cooler than Jun.
A few times, he tried writing down these dreams in a dream journal. However, he stopped after around 10 dreams because one that was a Jun thing and two he lost major commitment for it, so he just stopped trying. All that was inside the journal were lackluster scenarios with little details and a terribly drawn crayon image of the blue dragon. It was the only way he could remember though, so he would still often look through it.
In most of those dreams he was happy. He, the dragon, and the other two boys would sometimes sit around a campfire or walk in a forest talking to each other. The dragon would take him in the air and fly above the clouds and into the sunset, laughing with each other. Both of them would fight off monsters together with the other boys and send the bad guys running.
However, sometimes he would cry. Cried at one of his friends getting very sick, cried while hiding from a very dangerous monster, cried at a small makeshift graveyard with so many graves made. He wished he understood why.
Ever since the dreams started when he was eight, he gained weird habits over time. He would stare at a drawer in his room, opening it and looking inside every now and then, only to see that it’s contents looked the same every time. His parents would give him weird looks whenever he asked when his uncle would come back and bring his computer, with his dad always sighing and saying “He’s not coming back. Just forget about him, we’ll buy you and Jun your own computer some day.” They hadn’t bought the computer yet.
When he tried telling Jun about his dreams, she would brush him off, saying that “Dreams are just weird like that.” Part of him wanted to agree with Jun, but on the inside he knew these dreams are connected somehow. They all felt too familiar. Too real.
He kept to himself with these dreams after the failure with Jun. Not even to Taichi-senpai and Hikari-chan, his closest friends. And that's saying a lot! He didn't want to be called crazy by his friends, or made fun of for having an imaginary friend at age ten.
Eventually, the dreams of the adventures started to fade and he began to have regular dreams again. He would still have them, but they were harder to remember. The only things he could remember was that the dream happened and not much else. If he was lucky, he would remember the dragon by the time he pulled himself out of bed, but never by the time he was eating breakfast. He wished he could remember them.
Maybe they really did mean nothing. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he should stop thinking about stupid things and stop being dumb.
Then he started his adventure in the Digital World, and he had the weirdest sense of Deja Vu.