Dream Catcher

When you say your prayers at night, the majority of you will pray to have good dreams.
The difference between me and you is: I have one sentence every night that I can repeat for hours.
“God, I thank you for everything; but, please, please God, don’t let me dream tonight.”
Yes, I just prayed not to dream. To most of you reading this, dreaming is a harmless and sub-conscious process.
My name is Samantha Elizabeth McDonald. It sucks, stupid name. Call me Sam.
We, Dreamers, can change out hair color/cut/style as we choose, a good disguise for anything. But faces don’t change. I have the brightest blue eyes, every normal human thinks they’re contacts but they’re not. All young Dreamer Catchers have blue eyes and the power to, um, dream.
Just keep listening, you’ll catch on.
The elders all have a dim orange eye color, that’s how our eyes will look later, after the dreams grow more serious and controlled.
We’re all amazingly pretty or handsome, we can’t help it, until the eyes start to fade, we’re absolutely irresistible.
Okay. I hope you can keep up now. You need to remember what you hear for the rest of your lives. I can’t repeat it.
It’s vital to my life.
I live in a secret world, I’m one of the rare kids called Dream Catchers, or Dreamers. We have one secret place for sanctuary. It’s called the Society. There’s one to five in every state.
It has everything. Pools, hot tubs, every sport invented, painting, singing, ethics, education, big rooms you can claim one to live in, food, drinks, etc…
It’s was a place to live as who we are. We’re different.
I’m a very special girl. I’m one of the rare Dreamers who choose to go to a public school. I want to be as normal as possible. I have many friends at school, I spend time with them but I get invited to everything, I don’t invite.
I move a lot, some by my choice, others by my mom who doesn’t stay in one place too long. I’m an only child, so we’re covered.
Dream Catchers. They, we, see the world. We’re the very center of eternity. We are. When we dream, no matter what…it comes true. For better or for worse, no matter how much it hurts the Dreamer mentally or physically, it happens.
If it’s a situation you walk into, you have to be there. Something makes you go into the place you’ve predicted and a word of protest can’t leave your tongue. Non-Dream Catchers just walk into the situation by themselves, not knowing what they’re going to see.
I always know about it and I can’t help it. There’s never been a wrong dream. To anyone.
But don’t think us so self-absorbed. We dream about other things and people, too. Luckily, not sleeping renders the dream process impossible. Day dreams are way different; they don’t belong in this category.
Our dreams can alter fate as you know it.
Don’t give me the whole, “Fate is already chosen” crap. Guess what? It’s not. Scientists don’t know we exist. If I were you, I wouldn’t believe a word they say.
Psh. I don’t. They get all this money for something they don’t deserve.