Story idea

Something was not right.
As I lay asleep on my straw bead I listened to the birds outside.
That was just it, there were no birds.
No birds were singing and not a sound was heard. Everything was still, scarily still.
I dared to crack open an eye, the barn I had taken shelter in last night was still the same as I thought it was. Soft morning light filtered through cracks in the ceiling and walls, hay littered the ground, the other hay stacks just like the one I saw sleeping in, lay undisturbed.
I sniffed the air, I could smell something as well, I could not place the smell exactly but I knew it was out of place.
What was happening?
I didn't want to get up, as I was unsure of what would happen, but I couldn't just lie here either.
I had to do something.
But I stopped myself and thought about this rationally.
What could cause the absolute silence of nature its self?
And then in dawned on me.
It was the dreams again.
I wasn't sure what dream it was this time, but I think it would be best just to lie low and hope for the best.
Stupid dreamers.
The dreamers were kids. Special gifted kids that the world hated. You see, these kids where born with monster psychic powers and no one knew how they got them, at all.
The powers the kids had, they had no control over their abilities which came alive when they slept.
Sometimes they were good dreams; sometimes they were bad, sometimes they were nightmares.
The kids’ powers…..they were the ability to make their dreams come true subconsciously.
Sometimes when the dreamers woke up they would have no memory of the destruction they might have caused while they were asleep.
I remember, this one time, this young girl who kept her powers secret was sleeping one night.
She had a nightmare, and dreamt of the town drowning, and the crops being drowned and everyone dying. And it was so.
She killed herself in that incident as well, and it affected other towns as the flood waters caused hazards for everyone.
Sometimes - very rarely though - they might be good dreams. The good dreams usually only benefit the child themselves though, like a little girl kissing her crush or a boy getting the toy he wanted.
I heard a growl from outside. This was a bad dream.
The thing with dreamers was that once they were discovered, they were to be killed on the spot.
So a lot of kids hide their skills, and are very good at it.
There was scratching at the barn yard door, that of a large beast.
As the kids get older, the good dreams get less frequent and bad dreams become more and more, as they enter Teenage hood.
Being a teenager can suck. We all get that. But still.
So in our society Teenagers were the most dangerous around, everyone was wary of them, no one likes them, no one likes the children either.
The adults got so scared of the dreaming going on and all the destruction, that they isolated their children until they were a certain age to be considered ‘safe’ to be let back into society. The age was 21, and the first 21 years without guidance could be extremely hard.
It’s a dog eat dog world out there. Even we are scared of each other, constantly on the lookout to try and figure out which ones of us are dreamers.
And which ones were strong enough to control their dreams, those were the ones who could level cities and destroy things. They were the smart ones.
The rest of us were lost, not meant to be out here, but the adults have no way of figuring out who the dreamers are and who they aren't.
So we are all stranded, out here in the middle of nowhere. We have no idea what it is like living with Grownups, we have no ideas what their cities are like or how they live.
But the dread a mother must go through, to give birth to a child and only get to hold your baby once, before they are shipped off to Be nursed until they can survive on their own (usually toddler) or die. And the parents could only hope that their child come back to them.
The beast, whatever it was, moves from the door to circle the barn, making no sound. At least I knew why everything was so quiet now. All I could do was stay completely still and hope it did not find me. The thing was that I had no idea what it was, as dreams could be so unpredictable and so could the creatures, which made it even more dangerous because it was hard to defend yourself when you had no idea what was coming next.
The other thing with the dreams was that half of the time, when the dream stopped, and the dreamer woke up, the creatures vanish along with the dream, off into the wind. But other times, the creature or the dream stayed, even if the dreamer woke up, and then that’s when they are free, loose in the world.
I heard the beast’s growls get deeper, and I swear it is saying something.
“Regan,” it growled outside, scratching the ground.
That was me.
Crap.
This thing was looking for me.