Chapter One: Dream Land Drames had always been curious as to how the Dream Land actually looked, but his unspoken fears overruled his curiosity. Now, he glances around and glimpses… nothing. There is nothing to be seen in front of him. There is nothing to be seen anywhere. Then, out of nothing, a light appears in the far reaches of the Dream Land. Drames squints his eyes, straining to see past the nothingness and into the light which steadily grew larger. Eventually, the light grew big enough for Drames to see that it was not actually growing larger, but it was drawing closer across the nothingness. Drames is transfixed on the light as it grows into a torch, and then a car, a lamppost, a building, and finally… a train. By the time he recognizes what it is, Drames no longer cares. By the time he realizes where it is heading; Drames does not have time to move out of the way. Drames is trapped, like a deer in the headlights of a car, right before being run over. He braces for impact, and feels a powerful force of wind hit him like a hurricane. Drames is certain that his life force is about to be torn to pieces by the impact, until it stops. It stops as if it had never happened, as if there was nothing there. It is not until he peels them open that Drames realizes that his eyes are shut tight. He feels as though he had been roaring through the mighty winds of the impact for years, and his muscles ache with the simple act of opening his eyelids. Sinking to the floor, Jeremy Drames groans and rests, before once again attempting to open his eyes. As they begin to rise, his ears painfully pop back into working order and loud noises drift into his ears. Following swiftly in the footsteps of his hearing, Drames’ other senses also return. He hears people talking, children crying, waiters walking, wind howling, and the train swiftly running along tracks. Drames smells apple pie, steak, mashed potatoes, roast beef, and steaming vegetables. The smells are so good, that he can almost taste them. Drames sighs and sinks into a memory from his childhood. He is five years old, and he runs through the little house they had owned when his father had lived with them. He giggles with joy, and hears his parents laughing together in the kitchen. The smell of warm rhubarb pie drifts through the hallway, and he stops to take a deep breath before chasing after the breath of the pie still drifting through the air. His mother sees him entering the room, and smiles so big that the whole room lights up with her joy. She reaches out to pick him up, and swings him around in her arms. Drames sighs again, and shakes of the memory before actually looking at his surroundings.