Lucid Waking

Fix It, Please

            Once, I was tired of having the same dream over and over again. So I packed my backpack with food and stuff and went with my teddy bear, Harold to see the Dream Maker. I was not a terribly intimidating kid, especially since I was a girl. I was short with brown freckles, brown hair, and brown eyes. I had on my blue footie pajamas and pink winter gloves. I put on my coat and boots and walked out the door.
            As soon as I reached the top of the mountain where the Dream Maker lived I knew he wasn’t home. Harold started whining about how we should go home, but I just dragged him up with me and knocked on the door. Then we waited…for five days. Finally this old wrinkly man came up the mountain and upon seeing me, looked surprised.
            I’m tired of having the same dream, I said right away. Harold was tugging at my leg, but I didn’t pay attention. “Oh,” the man said taking out a large key and putting it a high lock. “I suppose I’m the one to help you.”
            I sat down on a large couch and he gave me cookies and milk and said that all I needed to do was get a new teddy bear. I looked at Harold and Harold looked at me. I don’t think I can do that, I said. The man just looked at me again. “Your teddy bear isn’t channeling my dreams very well. He just needs to be fixed. It will be quicker if you get a new one.”
            I don’t want a new one, I said. Please fix him.
            Harold whimpered a little and sank further into the cushions. The man sighed. “Alright, give me a moment.”
            Well, that moment lasted another day and just waited and ate cookies and drank milk. By the time I had a big tummy ache, the Dream Maker came back out again with Harold all fixed. Harold was all smiles to see me again and begged to be taken home. He wouldn’t even let go of my hand. I told the man that if this didn’t work I would come back and kick him. He said it would work and rushed me out the door.
            Well, that night I had the most unbelievable dreams and the next night it would be something else. I was happy, Harold was happy, Mommy was happy that I was getting sleep. And I think the Dream Maker was happy that he didn’t get kicked. The only other time I had to go back to the Dream Maker was to get Harold fixed again. But that was only when Harold was feeling sick and Mommy drove me. After that, I had the best dreams of anyone I knew. And whenever I got teased, I would just tell them they were jealous and if they were good they could get a magic teddy bear, too.

“Not much between despair and ecstasy”

Fix It, Please