Her dream surrounds a great movement amidst the winds and sands.
             The engulfing trees tower over the travelers upon entering the dense forests filled with                                                                      strange beings not of her land.

   Danni awoke after another one of what could only describe as her sleeping story, but it never seemed to go anywhere. The people she was with were always moving. Instinctively she knew that they had left behind their original home, and they never spoke.
   She took in a deep breath and exhaled as she walked downstairs to the harsh frequencies of the morning newspeople. That meant Ronald was awake, he always had the TV on if he was awake. But he was never really awake. He was always stuck in a blank expression, going through mundane motions of everyday. She nonchalantly passed him as he ate the food.  They never talked, in truth, Danni didn’t talk to anyone in the rest of the complex, none of them had the sleeping stories, nobody had the sleeping stories.  
   She met Jamie at the park, one of the only people she talked to because Jamie didn’t watch TV or eat the so called food, either.  They were able to speak on a higher sense of knowing what most people did not understand. But there was a premonition of change to come. There was a constant vibration reverberating throughout that promoted a positive oneness.  The others like her and Jamie, that seem to be the rare thinkers, were growing as well.
   The thinkers are a danger to the watchers, because they don’t want the change to spread. They put people away like Jamie and Danni but the masses are unaware.  Thus leaving the thinkers never to discuss this voice they constantly heard expressively.
   That day after Danni finished telling Jamie her rendition of remembering last night’s sleeping story, Jamie suggested something she never has before. She told Danni to try to wake up in the story being told and see if she can move on her own and interact with the others, maybe then she can find out the reasons behind these images.
   That night, as she lay and look up, she kept focusing on trying to wake up.  Finally asleep, the restless pictures started to show. This time Danni thought intently about each step and focused how they felt, to the movement of branches, to the wind on her face. She consciously blinked in her dream then tried to speak.
   Where are we going? She asked to no one in particular.
   Everyone kept moving but she heard a small voice behind her reply with another question: Hello? Are you dreaming too? Danni almost froze except something about the story kept her legs moving. In shock she turned her head toward the source of the sound. A boy, not much younger than her who had before been keeping a steady pace, was also able to move on his own, and speed slowly closer to Danni. What’s a dream? She almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, but something about it was familiar.
   It’s those strange pictures you see every night that no one else does. Danni was silent, not knowing how to react to this new information. What is your name? she finally managed to say.            Andre, he replied, there are more people like us, that can dream, and more of us are waking up in the dreams.
   Anyone can do this?
   Yes, if you are willing to.
There was a comfortable pause as everything settled in.
Where are we going? Danni broke the silence right before awakening in her bed.