On one side of the world Roselyn was dreaming.
Her eyes were rolling in behind the blinds of her eyelids.
She found herself walking through a dense forest on a small dirt path.
Taking deep breaths of fresh air as she walked about, a butterfly crosses her path and she pauses to watch it fly by.
She watches it fly into the dense forest until it’s gone, she turns her head back to the path she was walking on and saw something shining in the distance.
She walked to the end of the path and saw the sunbeams were bouncing off a mirror, she carefully walked over to the mirror and as closer she got she noticed she did not see her reflection but did see the reflection of the forest and path behind her.
It was just like she was invisible and could not understand how it was possible so picked a handful of some nearby berries and threw them near the mirror to see if they would show in it’s reflection, which they didn’t.
She stood in front of the mirror unaware what was happening on the other side.

Oliver was dreaming on the other side of the world.
He was walking down a path that was leading him deeper into the forest.
A slight breeze tousles his blond curly hair, he looked up at two squirrels chasing each other in the trees above.
When they climb into a hole in a hollow tree he looks back down the path and sees something glisten in the distance.
He walks down the path until he was standing in front of a mirror that did not show his reflection but showed that of a beautiful young woman who was staring straight at him.

She was staring at the mirror waiting for something to happen when she noticed something was coming closer on the other side.
And the closer it came the better she could see it someone not something.
A young man was approaching her and she looked over her shoulder to see if he was behind her too, but there was nothing there but the forest.
She turned back and was looking straight at the handsome young man.

He made her feel strange but in a pleasant way.
She made him feel something had not felt before in his life, and he liked it.
They stood in front of the mirror looking at each other in confusion, was this a dream or something else? They both wondered.
He tried to see if she was more than a strange reflection and moved his hand around to see if she would mimic his movements.
She looked at him moving his hands and laughed.
He stopped moving his hands around when he noticed how dumb it made him look.
She touched the cold surface of the mirror.
He looked at the palm of her hand and pressed his against it.
At first all they could feel was the cold mirror but their palms were warming each other up.
They felt their connection and the mirror began to fade and began showing their own reflection.
Both of them were confused what had just happened and found themselves wide awake again.
They had never looked forward to sleep as much as they did that day, and when they finally fell asleep they found each other again.
This happened every night and they found some creative ways to communicate, from hand gestures to drawing in the dirt and spelling out words using branches.
But at first they did not notice that with each visit the mirror started to show tiny cracks.
They fell in love even though they knew they were thousands of miles apart.
They began their search and the closer they got to each other in real life, the shorter the path leading to the mirror got.
On one night they only had to walk two steps to get to the mirror that was almost completely cracked and they could only look into each other’s eyes until the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces.
The only thing that linked them together was gone, disheartened they fell to their knees in the shards of glass.
The shards cutting their skin pinched them awake.

He woke up startled and sweating in his chair on the airplane that was taking him to his next destination, the stewardess asked him if he was alright and told him to buckle up because the plane was about to land.
She woke up with a bad feeling in her stomach, she was sitting in a row of chairs and people were looking at her, she looked back and they turned their heads back to what they were doing.
Still a bit startled by what had happened in her dream she walked over to the big window and looked outside and saw a big airplane land down on the runway.
An airplane approached the dock close to her and she placed her hand on the cold window.
People were walking out and making their way to their next destination.
She was thinking what would happen next, how would they be able to meet, would they ever meet in real life.
She bowed her head and tears ran down her cheeks and fell onto the dark blue carpet of the airport terminal.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked outside again and saw a vague reflection in the window that looked a lot like her dream man.

He stood behind her waiting for her to turn around.
She turned around and couldn’t believe her eyes.
They did not speak a word but jumped into each others arms.
He told her how happy he was to have finally found her.
She hugged him tightly and refused to let go.
He didn’t mind.

People still walk by them every day.
They’re clutched together, almost mummified and wrapped in a blanket of spiderwebs.
She had a smile on her face that beats Mona Lisa’s smile.

He wraps his lips around the revolver and cocks it, and began throating it like a lollipop.
Staring intensely at the television in his living room, wearing nothing but his briefs.
Commercials are on and with every one is projected onto his retina the more more impatient he becomes.
Stomping his feet onto the floor in sequence,holding the gun in his mouth.
Outside a man walks by, he’s walking his dog and looks a lot like a fat Richard Gere, he looks at the living room window but because of the curtains being close has no idea what’s going on inside.
A commercial about male urinary problems just finished and it was time for the lottery results.
The presenter did a long introduction before the model walked over to the lottery machine that started blowing the balls around and allowed one ball to go out every time the model pressed a big red button.
He closed his eyes and his hand began to shiver as the announcer called out the numbers.
When the announcer was done he opened his eyes and saw the numbers in a row on the television and held up his ticket next to it and all the numbers matched.
The gun was still in his mouth and drool was running down his cheek and a big smile decorated his face.
From this moment on everything changed, no more debts and a carefree life was waiting for him.
A telephone number appeared on the screen, his eyes fell to his mobile phone next to him on the couch.
He wants to remove the gun from his mouth but his entire arm and his neck are cramped, he panics and tries to pull his arm away from him but its stuck in the same position.
With all his might he tries to force his arm away and when his arm finally gave in he pulled the gun away from his face, but that made his finger slip on the trigger and he pulled it, shooting himself in the mouth.
He falls forward and blood runs down and gets soaked up by the carpet until its fully red and turns into a bed of flowers.
Little trails of blood run down over the television screen that’s showing the lottery numbers for the last time followed by the presenter stepping into the frame.
“Somewhere out there, someone is very happy and rich right now.”, The presenter said staring intensely into the camera.

I pull up to her drive way.
It was unpaved, with a big rock protruding in the center of the in the sea of pebbles.
She opened her front door and carefully peeked outside, she saw me with my back turned towards her, just staring at the big grey rock.
She almost whispered hello, and I turned around and said the same.
We got into my car, I turned the ignition, drove onto the highway, small talk at red streetlights, parked the car, got into the restaurant.
Interior looked nice, food was bad, dinner was fine, picked a wine that I picked randomly by pointing on the wine menu.
My filet mignon tasted horrible.
She loved her red lobster.
Dessert was nasty but she ate her’s and mine.
Check, tip, drove her back home.
Her neck as she was looking out of the window.
Walk her to her door and waited for her to invite me in.
It’s morning.
I was still waiting on he doorstep, and she just stepped out to head for work.
Watch a bluebird building a nest in the rain gutter.
Police arrive.
They throw me in jail for stalking.
Stare at the dirty floor, there’s a sound, I look up and see you.
You said hi.
I whispered the same back.
You wanted to me to experience the benefits of prison.
I refused.
Never on the first date I said.

The room was filled with deranged men and woman, the mental hospital’s recreation center slash cafeteria was packed and Burl was waiting on one specific moment.
His favorite time of the day had arrived, he was sitting at one of the tables eating spoonfuls of brown pudding as he was watching a patient with split personalities and a pyromaniac playing ping pong.
Which was rather entertaining for Burl because the split personality patient kept swapping from personality to another who were unaware they were in a ping pong match, and the pyromaniac was only playing because other patients told him that if he hits the ball exactly 172 times the ball would combust and set anything it touches on fire.
One of the male nurses slash guards was pushing a small cart and stopped next to Burl’s table.
Without a word he handed Burl a small paper cup with a bunch of pills in it.
They were brightly colored, this to avoid confusion of which was which, and probably to fool the weak minds in this room they might taste like their candy doppelgängers.
He picks one pill from the cup and holds it between his thumb and index finger and begins to lick the coating of it.
After his coarse tongue was done licking all of it off he placed it back in the cup and continued on with the next one until they were all a pearl white color.
He would then stare at them intensely and twitch a well hid smile in the corner of his mouth.
It was the chaos of not knowing which pill did what, or what pill suppressed what.
Ever since he began doing that he had been wanting to expand the chaos inside his cup to everyone’s.
So finished devising his nine-step plan that he wrote on a piece of toilet paper.

1. Pretend to be less insane
2. Gain the trust of nurses
3. Be transferred to better sleeping quarters
4. Escape from it during the night
5. Break into the nurse office
6. Find the cups with pills
7. Lick all of the coating off.
8. Go back to sleep
9. Kill every pony in my dreams

That following day he began setting his master plan in motion.
He acted like the perfect patient and the nurses began to notice his ‘change’ in behavior, and after only a week they told him he would be moved to a more social sleeping hall instead of his small cell-like room.
And with six more steps to go he began to study the guards and nurses that were on duty at night and around 9pm there was a 20 minute opening when the nurse at the desk would go take a break and the guard that had a thing for her would join her outside for a smoke.
While the two were flirting about he snuck into the small office located in the cafeteria.
He looked around and found a drawer filled with papers cups filled with pills. Time was of the essence, but luckily he had been licking the coating of his own pills for years now so he was somewhat of a pro, in under fifteen minutes he had sucked all the color out of all the pills.
But to his misfortune the nurse had returned early followed by the sex seeking guard.
He ran out of the office and climbed onto the ping pong table and undressed into his birthday suit, right when they stepped into the cafeteria.
Both of them were instantly appalled by his naked body.
He was dancing and singing on the ping pong table and was holding onto a bat and started hitting his own ‘ping pong’ balls.
The guard pulled him off the table and held him down while the nurse was getting a blanket.
He had seven steps complete so he didn’t care, the last two would work themselves out no matter what was going to happen next.
“This guy is really messed up Nadine.” The guard said.
She came back with a blanket, “He was doing so well these past weeks.”
“It’s no fun being crazy if there’s nobody around to watch you. It doesn’t matter what crazy shit I pull, there was nobody there that could watch me do it.”, Burl pushed out of his chest that were being pressed down onto the floor by the guard.
“Is that why you do it?” Nadine asked.
The guard dragged Burl up onto his feet and the nurse wrapped him in the blanket.
Burl held onto the blanket and continued, “No, it just happens. Like the sun rises and sets at the exact same time, or how that lady on TV tells the news at the exact same time each night.”
The guard and nurse had no time or energy for Burl and escorted him back to his old room and dressed him into his normal straight jacket pajamas.

The next morning he sat at the same table he always sat at and waited for his favorite moment that would be even better today.
Everyone got their paper cup and the entire cafeteria was silent for a brief moment, and the male nurse noticed it because in the history of the hospital for the insane had it ever been quite anywhere in the building. The guard stood next to Burl and they watched as all the patient wreaked havoc in the cafeteria.
It felt great to see his master plan come together like that.
He laughed and a big smile appeared on his face that revealed his multi rainbow coloured teeth.

They were moving their chess pieces around the experimental board at lightning speed.
Knocking each others pieces of the board sending them flying across the room. These two chess grandmasters are a match and so far have all ended in a tie.
They hope their weekend long chess marathon would show more youth that chess can be cool too.
Or at least the nude girl lying on the table between them with a chessboard painted on her chest agrees.
But the chess clock they keep hitting after each moves tucked between her breasts is starting to annoy her.
“Nipple to G5, oh I mean Rook to G5.”, Nevakhovich-Rakhmelevich said.
His opponent seemed annoyed and began plucking a small piece of cotton from girl’s bellybutton.
They are surrounded by a herd of horny school boys that found a sudden interest in chess.
A short boy was crushed between the excited crowd and the barricades that day.

She is staring out of the smudged glass window, watching the people below as the hurry into the cafes to take shelter from the rain.
Today is her 82nd birthday, there was singing in the background.
“Happy birthday dear Nana.”, They sang in unison.
Her son was holding a birthday cake and asked, “Mother would you like a slice of your birthday cake?”
She didn’t react or take her eyes away from the view outside.
The street was empty, there was no movement no sign of life, nothing.
Anything that wasn’t inside a concrete building would be soaking wet in no time.
Her family begins to ear their slices of cake and watch her sitting by the window with her eat pressed against the cold glass as she listens to the rain drops hitting the window.
They knew that if they moved her away from the window she would get very upset like she did a long time ago, she held her breath until they rolled her back to the window.
The room was filled with laughter and talking, but everything went by her.
She was staring directly across the street at the apartment building she used to live in.
Ever since the earthquake that struck twelve months ago split it in two, it was nothing more than a bunch of ruins just like her mind.
The doctor said she is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
Her eyes glance on the exposed vertical row of bathrooms and rusty pipes protruding out of them, empty bedrooms and accessional children rooms with withered clown print wallpaper.
She looks at the apartment she lived in before, and at the picture of her husband hanging on a small remainder of the living room wall.
Rain was filling some of the tubs and water was coming back out of the pipes, some pieces of walls crumble and fall down onto the pile of rubble.
They were talking about her, and discussing if they should put her in a retirement home that can take care of her instead of her oldest son.
Not long after that all her children and their children left, and it was just her and her oldest son again, who has been taking care of her for over five years now.
And every day just before nightfall he goes out to the local deli to pickup things for dinner, today was no exception.
She sat there watching the rain drops glide down onto the windowsill and he went outside.
When he got out onto the streets he looked up at the window and waved, she did nothing.
Right when he cuts the corner to go to the deli she gets up from her wheelchair and walks to the front door, puts on her raincoat and rain boots and picks up the umbrella next to the door and goes outside.
The streets were still deserted and she’s standing in a puddle of mud and begins to hum one of her favorite songs.
She dances around on the street, skipping puddles, twirling around lampposts, doing tricks with her umbrella.
“Well, hello there.” A deep voice behind her said.
She turned around to see who it was.
Her jaw dropped wide open, it was Gene Kelly.
“You are..” She muttered.
“Gene Kelly.”, Gene Kelly said.
“How could this be? And you look so young.”,
“Must be something in the water.”, He says as he holds his hand to catch some of the rain drops.
She laughs and grabs his hand.
They dance around in the streets doing the same routine from the movie ‘Dancing in the rain’ until she hears her son calling her.
“MOM!?” He yells from across the street.
She stops dancing and lets go of Gene’s hand who disappears right after, she’s a bit confused about what had just happened and walks over to her son.
He walks over to her and asks, “What were you doing?”
“Dancing with Gene Kelly.” She replies.
He appears to be confused but before he could go into it any further the ruins across the street begin to collapse, covering the entire street in dust.

An actor barged into the waiting room for the auditions for a movie about a siamese spy twin that saves the world from an evil scientist that plans to take over the world with dolphins.
He continued to barge through doors until he got into the right room for the audition.
“And you are?” One of the people sitting behind the table in front of him asked.
He doesn’t answer because he’s in the middle of his zen inspired breathing technique to mentally prepare himself so he can dive right into character.
In the minutes that followed he acted out his part with his own personal touch.
After he was finished and the casting directors had overcome their shock of what they had just seen, one of them asked, “That was something else alright.”
The wallpaper was beginning to let go because of the high dose of sarcasm in the room.
“Do you have a resume with you?” The extravagant director asked.
The actor turned to them using one of his signature moves he called ‘The double o seven’ and said, “Resume? I don’t need one. I’m fucking James Bond!”
“Sorry, we don’t care about your sex life.” One of them said hiding her laughter behind a chihuahua.
The actor began eating the script until there was nothing left and yelled, “I am the new James Bond!”
The only one at the table that has kept quiet during the sudden audition applauds him.
“But this isn’t a James Bond movie, eat all the scripts you want but that wont change a thing.”, The director explained fixing his beret.
The actor pulled down his pants and undergarment and squatted in front of them and took a dump on the carpet.
It was steamy but friendly looking.
The director and his friends wanted him to be in movie as one of the villains known as Dr. DooDooEvil