After leaving my body, everything felt like a dream.
Funny thing is…
they say I am a dream now.
Awkward, right?
Right now, I'm flying through this strange space with a creepy woman beside me.
I don't really know what's going to happen next, but yeah… let's see.
I looked at her.
"Hey, Mamu," I asked, "this world of dreams… is it only about dreams? Or do we do something else?"
She glanced at me calmly.
"You will fight," Mamu said.
"You will fight evil beings."
I blinked. "Fight…?"
"You won't be alone," she continued.
"You will have companions to guide you. They are called Dreamers."
"So… I'm a Dreamer too?" I asked.
"Yes," Mamu replied. "You will be one of them."
She paused, then looked straight at me.
"But remember this—you are very special."
I frowned. "Then why put me with the Dreamers?"
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"That," she said, "is what makes it interesting."
"Huh…?" I muttered.
Mamu continued explaining.
"Dreamers have one role," she said.
"To destroy evil Dreamers."
She looked at me carefully.
"Each of you has the ability to enter any dream," she continued.
"You can see everything inside it."
I stayed silent, listening.
"Sometimes," Mamu said, "you will have to enter the dreams of dead people."
My heart skipped.
"Those dreams are very dangerous," she warned.
"In those dreams, you are sent to ancient times."
She paused.
"Your task there is to bring the soul back to life."
I swallowed.
"As I said before," Mamu added, "only a few people possess dream power."
She looked straight at me.
"You are one of them."
Mamu stopped in midair and said calmly,
"Here we are."
Below us was a vast city.
"This city of dreams is known as The Dream."
We descended toward a large mansion.
Shakib looked at it and asked,
"This… is where I'm going to live?"
Then he frowned.
"Wait. You said this is Dream Land. Then why is it called a city?
And what even is this place? Everyone I see looks normal."
Mamu smiled softly.
"Hmm… soon you will know."
She looked at the people walking below.
"They are not aware," she said.
"Unlike you."
Shakib turned to her, confused.
"You can control your powers," Mamu continued,
"even if only unconsciously. I've witnessed it many times."
Shakib shook his head.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do any of that."
Mamu raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
She extended her hand, and a glowing bracelet appeared.
"Since you cannot control your power yet," she said,
"I'm giving you this bracelet."
She gently placed it on his wrist.
"It will help you control half of your dream power.
No one can fully control dreams."
She paused.
"Dreams are like a sea—a journey most cannot survive.
Only the chosen ones can."
She looked straight at him.
"And that one… is you."
Shakib blinked.
"Woah… I feel like an isekai main character right now," he said awkwardly.
"But—no thanks. I don't really believe that yet."
He sighed.
"Still… I'll think about it."
Suddenly, the mansion doors opened.
Inside stood several people.
A tall black man.
A blonde woman.
And another man, around his early twenties.
They were all waiting.
Shakib looked at the bracelet on his wrist.
"This looks cool though," he said. "So… this is for controlling my power, right?"
Mamu nodded. "Control comes from silence. Calm yourself. Think of flying."
Before he could question it, Shakib felt lighter. The ground drifted away beneath his feet.
"Whoa—"
"Soon you'll awaken many abilities," Mamu said. "Like the other Dreamers. But all will be limited. Every dream has a weakness."
Suddenly, the people standing before him shattered like glass.
The illusion broke.
Now, reality.
The blond girl sat casually on a table. The young man beside her leaned back, relaxed. Only the black man stood, stepping forward.
Shakib blinked. "Okay… so who did that?"
Mamu smiled. "A prank."
"Pranks exist in the Dream World too?" Shakib muttered. "Even 'GG' culture?"
The man laughed and extended his hand.
"Name's Omari Mensah. Nice to meet you."
Shakib smiled and shook it.
"Shakib Hassan. Nice to meet you too."