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Okay, this is based off my story "Dreaming is Believing". In summary unless you want to read it (please read it you'll understand better xD but you don't have to), Trent is a kid, whose parents are separated, his dad is an abuser, left his family and demands custody of his son. Trent had a dream before overhearing his mom and dad on the phone, and there was a girl saying only one soft sentence. "Precious....No...Alex...Baby". He wakes up, after the quarrel with his parents, he heads off to school, sits with a few friends, and his friend Chris see's a new girl, which looks exactly as the one in Trents dream. Trent goes up to confront her, but after the power blows out (Because in his dream was also a lightning storm) she disappears.

The gift they have is called Dream Stimulation, and they are called Dream Catchers. Anything they dream can become real, but only for a length of time, if they are a beginner. It all starts with a dream, about that same girl. Then, they can dream on their own, and such forth.

Dream Guards (not yet mentioned in the story) is made up of the Dream Catchers that lost their power, and want all other Dream Catchers to cease their activity, by finding them, and taking their Dream Simulation powers.
Dream Catchers, also don't have to be "good". They can side with the Dream Guards and help them by using their power.

Rules:
1)No God Modding
2)No Flamming
3)No Harrasing
4)Please Do not try and make this your own, with different things happening, like random crystals can let them keep their power and such forth as that
5)Don't kill any of the characters without the user's permission.
6)Have fun
7)Post Bee-Beep if you've read these rules! =P
Characters:

There's a few in the story. There's Trent, The mysterious girl (I'm naming her Angelina), Jessica, Kimberly, Chris, John, and Janine.

Current Characters:
Please use a certain color for your Character and make your first post the color of your character so i can jot it down! AND Every Character in the story has a certain appearance (because i like them and they look similar to the dream I had about this story/RPG x3

Story Characters:

Name:Trent
Username: Cupcake
Gender:Male
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard: Dream Catcher
Age:17
Weapon:Katana
Biography:He is a great kid who realized that a girl that appeared in his dreams had came to life. Now, he must try and realize that he isn't the only one who can dream realistic things
Appearance:http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m444/scene_kiddo12/jake.jpg
Other: N/A

Name:Angelina
Username: Cupcake
Gender:Female
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard: Dream Catcher
Age:16
Weapon:Sais Blades
Biography:She was the first Dream-Catcher in the world, and she decides on whose heart is pure enough to be a dream catcher. Anyone who wishes to be one, that will put their life on the line with the Dream Guards, can have an option to be one.
Appearance: http://i.models.com/model_culture/50topmodels/images/dianeiv.jpg
Other:N/A

Name:Jessica
Username:
Gender:Female
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard:
Age: (Please Be between 14-18)
Weapon: (Need protecting =P)
Biography:
Appearance:http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff176/Emo_Cupcake390/Picture053.jpg
Other:

Name:Kimberly
Username:
Gender:
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard:
Age: (Please Be between 14-18)
Weapon: (Need protecting =P)
Biography:
Appearance: http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z7/brokenxandxabused/Jessica tragedy/picture567-1.jpg
Other:

Name:Chris
Username: Azure Flame
Gender: Male
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard: Human
Age: 17
Weapon: Katana
Biography: Trent's friend, who has no idea about the Dream Catchers or the Dream guard. First one to see Angelina.
Appearance: http://www.scenemodels.com/files/news/large/56_Josh_7.jpg

Name:John
Username:
Gender:
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard:
Age: (Please Be between 14-18)
Weapon: (Need protecting =P)
Biography:
Appearance: http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm277/PeeWee4life_2/Taylor Lautner/taylorlautner.png
Other:

Name:Janine
Username:
Gender:
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard:
Age: (Please Be between 14-18)
Weapon: (Need protecting =P)
Biography:
Appearance: http://redhead-models.com/setcards/RedHeadModel_82.png
Other:

OC Characters-

OC Format:
Name:
Username:
Gender:
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard:
Age: (Please Be between 14-18)
Weapon: (Need protecting =P)
Biography:
Appearance:
Other:


Name: Takeshi
Username:Neojecht
Gender:Male
Dream Catcher/ Human / Dream Guard: Dream Catcher
Age: 16
Weapon: he has a katana that can transform into a huge sword (think inuyasha)
Biography: He grew up always feeling different than everyone else then he had a dream that he met a strange girl who he saw the next day and he slowly began to understand his powers and set off to find the girl again to ask her who she was
Appearance:http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii80/CrimsonJecht/anime1.jpg
Other: he has used his dream powers to give him special abilities

*drools* Oh god
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Before you read this story, it's a little strange. You may not know soem stuff but you'll understand it better if you read the WHOLE thing. Please don't skip any part because it's really good lol
OKie Enjoy :3
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Chapter One

Nightmares​

The beginning of the light barely peaked through the crease of the doorway. His heart thudded against the cool sweat that ran down his face. His breathing was loud, and he tried to calm himself down. He bundled in the ball that he was able to stay in. The lightning flashed then the thundered crashed, making him yelp slightly. His sleek black hair hid the light, out of his eyes, outside the closet. He could hear the wind whispering
“Precious…. no… Alex….. Baby….”

Those words haunted his memories and he really wanted to just break down and let out screaming sobs, but he held it together. The figure of a girl appeared right in front of him. She wasn’t a ghost, but she wasn’t a human . Her sleek black hair flowed through to her hips, her topaz eyes were dark. Her long white gown flowed through the air, like as if she were underwater. Her black hair did the same, as if wind were caught around it. The essence in the air was beautiful, and it made the boy dizzy. He sat up in the hall closet, feeling the tears drip down his face. His eyes were ocean blue, but yet his face was pale. He looked so sick, but he wasn’t. The girl looked at him. She was a young woman, looking in her late teens.
“Precious…. No… Alex…. Baby,” she repeated her voice sturdy with the sweet calm spell. The spell was more like a siren, calling for him, like she needed help. A door slammed open, and she looked over her shoulder as if being called. She faded from her place with a smile. Her hand caressed his cheek as the icy cold feeling slowly melted away, and she disappeared.

A bright light flashed, and then, he was looking at his ceiling. He was feeling hot, and sweating all around his face. He breathed in deeply and quickly, gasping the air around him.
“Trent?” his mother shrieked. She ran to his bedside, worrying. Her face came in from a soft focus. She looked just like her son. Her face was pale; she had the same blue eyes and jet black hair. Her hair was medium and layered. Her face was more ‘pixie’, and went great with her heart shaped face. He gasped more like he had a great weight on his chest. He calmed down, looking up at his mother. Her hands cupped around his face and she smiled.
“Trent? Are you okay?” she asked. Her eyes flashed lightly and her thin lips spread across his forehead.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine mom. Just had another nightmare,” he breathed out slowly. Though, it didn’t feel like a nightmare, but it felt like the shock was.

“You should be fine sweetie. Come on, time to get dressed,” she said standing up on the floor. She worried slightly about her son. It had only been a few weeks since his dad had left, and she’s been very patient with her son to keep him from losing control. It frightened her every minute that he would break down, but she knew her son was strong, and knew he was a good fighter. She walked out of the bright room and went back to lie down in her own room.

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Trent had gotten ready in a small amount of time. He picked up his horizontal stripped gray and black Sohos hoddie, with a plain black shirt that said “Mornings should be nights. Let’s all sleep in!” He wore a pair of dark blues jeans with his shirt. His hair was flipped to the front right, as always. He got in his black mustang at the front of the house and fiddled in his pockets to find his car keys. He groaned as he’d forgotten them in the house. He ran up to the door and jiggled with the lock, realizing he left them in the house.
“Dammit” he mumbled under his breath. He ran around to the back door and stepped on the bricks to the left, jumping up and catching his window. He pulled himself in and grabbed the keys lying on his desk. He heard the phone ring and he jumped.
He sat down and groaned realizing he was going to be late if he picked it up, thinking of who it was calling so early. It was probably Janine, his best friend since grade school. She lived right next to the school, so she didn’t have to drive ten minutes to get there, only walk half a minute.
He reached for the phone, but once he held the cordless receiver in his hands, the red light came on at the top. Under the light it flashed “In Use,” and heard his mother talking in the next room.
“What is it Stan?” he faintly heard. He held his thumb over the mouth piece and turned it on, hoping to not be heard. The continuing conversation made it apparent they hadn’t heard his interruption.
“I’m coming by tomorrow to pick him up,” a gruff voice groaned into the earpiece.
“No, you’re not Stan. I’m tired of you calling us. You should’ve thought about your son before you left,” she argued back.
“I’m tired of your nagging mouth woman! I’m coming to pick him up at school today and you’re going to shut that trap of yours before you get it into some trouble today. You women need to learn that the ‘man’ is in charge,” his gruff voice slurred. Of course, he was drunk. Trent sat on his bed, listening to the conversation. His skin felt eerie now, and his spine shivered, making his legs go numb. His heart thudded, and his breathing was louder. Good thing for the mute button now, instead of holding his thumb over the mouth piece. He pushed it silently, and continued listening on.
“Stan, your respect for women is what makes you such a cruel man,” she said, with the down most respect she’s ever had for him. Of course mom, just piss him off. Make him come and hit you again!
“Becca, you’re such a *****, and you’ll never see that son of yours again after I take him,” the gruff voice rumbled, then the line disconnected. He’d hung up apparently. Trent frowned and then hung up, hearing slight sobs coming from his mother’s room. He thought about going out, and into room. He thought about patting her back, telling her it was alright. He wanted to say he’d never come and take him away, and that he’d put up a fight. But he couldn’t. ‘Daddy’ had lawyers, and a lot of them. He could take him away because his mother is jobless, and Stan is taking back the house, so his mother would be homeless.
He didn’t want to confront her yet either, about being taken away. He turned back to his window, jumping out and walking to the mustang. He fiddled with his keys and unlocked the door, getting in, and closing the door slightly. He turned the key in the ignition and heard it purr to life. It roared after he pushed the gas pedal, which was usually his code for ‘leaving’. He saw his mother looking through the window. He tried to put on the best smile he could, but in the mirror, he knew it looked sad rather than happy.

Heading to school was a total drag. He’d forgotten his CD’s on his dresser and his radio would go out every few minutes. He plugged in his iPod at the intersection when the light was red. He jammed out on Three Days Grace before hitting the Panic at the Disco. He pulled into the school parking lot, seeing his usual spot taken by the school quarterback. He didn’t want to see him sitting on the roof of his car. He didn’t want to see him flipping him the bird. He didn’t want to see him pointing and laughing, along with his friends as he’d drive by…. But he did.
He parked at the end of the lane, towards the end of the school. He got out, and slammed his door, locking it. He clicked the button on the end of the key pad on his keys and made the alarm system turn on. He half jogged up to the school, ignoring the roaring laughter by his peers.
Once inside, he sat down on the cafeteria table, with a group of his normal peers. Jessica was the first to start talking about how this weekend was going to be for her and what all she did last night. Kimberly sat next to her and nodded every so often and knew the right time to make certain facial expression. Chris sat next to Trent and bumped him every minute a school girl chick would come in and he’d start ‘wooing’ at her. John was the next to show, sitting next to Jessica and Trent. He looked over at Trent.
“Yo’ man, something wrong?” he asked. That was a true friend. One to know something was wrong at first glance.

Trent looked down and rubbed his hands together, then looked up at the light, squinting softly.
“My dad called my mom this mornin’” he groaned and said sharply.

“What did he say?” he asked, jumping up on top of the table and off his blue seat. His short blonde hair that was spiked up fell down slightly. He picked at it, finally making it stay up. His peach fuzz looked more like a forming blonde mustache, and he put his legs up on two empty seats, as I was doing before he did.
“He’s coming to-” Trent started before Chris interrupted.
“Dude! New chick!” he squealed with a funny pitch. Trent couldn’t help but smile, but once his eyes set on her, his jaw dropped. His eyes set wide on the girl of his dreams.

Literally!

There she walked. The same girl he dreamed about during the night. Her long black hair looked sleeker though, and it was straight as a pin. Her topaz eyes never changed from the dark color, and her skin looked a little paler than the dream. Her nails were painted neon black and her lipstick was the perfect shade of pink. Her eyes wandered around the cafeteria, and her cheeks puffed up as she looked like she gasped when seeing Trent. He turned his face and looked down, not believing what he’s seeing.

“Excuse me?” her soft voice echoed through his mind. “Precious…. no… Alex….. Baby….”
“Y-yeah?” he asked, looking up, seeing her beautiful face. He felt a tighten in his clothing as he took a deep breath. His clothe stretched slightly and then un-stretched as he exhaled.

“You looked a little troubled as you saw me…” she said, her eyes saddened. She looked hurt, and it actually hurt him to see her hurt. It was like she was saddened. “Trent, what is your problem with me?” she asked. Her breathing was slow and her lips curved. That tore the line. Trent’s heart beat quickly. He was getting scared. She knew his name? “Come on Trent,” she said, grabbing his hand softly. “Let’s me and you talk in private,” she said.

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