Snippet #1487112

Michael looked out at the real world. What he saw was an amazing skyline.
"Hmmm. It'll take too long." he muttered, changing to watch what another victim was looking at.
Grand canyon. "No freaking way."
He shifted again, over various places and things, but eventually got bored.
But then he found a sleeping victim.
"Why hello there." he smirked, and began changing the dream pocket into a nightmare of his design.
People began to populate the nightmare. But not just people, they were the very same persons who was close to the dreamer.

"Honey!" a male yelled, running over and hugging the dreamer. They hugged tightly.
She smiled, looking at the man with a satisfied smile.
Michael snapped his fingers, and the male began to turn into dust. Slowly disintegrating.
"Wait! What! No, no!" the woman was confused. Her lover had just disintegrated.
She looked over at some others. "Help me!"
They, of course, didn't even care to look in her direction.
So, she ran over to them. "What is happening!?" she burst out, touching the old lady. "Please tell me mom!"
The old lady started disintegrating too. Turning slowly into dust, while looking reproachfully at the girl.
Then it was a madhouse. The girl didn't understand, so she ran around trying to get help, but everytime she touched someone, they turned into dust.
Soon there was none left, and she sat down and cried. Not a wild and uncontrollable cry, but a soft and gentle cry.
"Wow, I'm actually sympathizing with her." he muttered, grinning at his own scheme.
He walked out of his 'observation chamber' and went over to her.

"Tough luck huh?" he said, actually laughing at her in a heartless way.
"W-who are y-you?" she said, sobbing in between the words.
"Hey there, my name is Michael, I'm your host." he said smiling at her in an uttermost devious way.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him with quizically eyes.
"What I'm trying to say, is that this is a dream, a world manifested to warn you about your future." he said with a reasonable voice.
"But what does all of this mean? People are turning into dust whenever I--" Realization ladies and gentlemen.
"Oh God!" she burst out, sinking into even more despair. "They'll all die because of me!"
Michael smiled, and pulled a hand through his hair.
"Don't worry, you won't be able to do anything about it, so enjoy the ride. Your life is NOT your own." His voice was hard and cold.
"B-but!" she exclaimed.
"No buts, they'll die, and you'll live. Take this as a scheme of god's. He want you to survive, but they are indifferent." he said, reaching out a hand towards her.
"But they're my family. My friends. My collegues." she said, only looking reproachfully at his hand.
"They can't mean that much. Else you'd have thought out a way to save them from THEIR fates. But yours will be the same in any end. You will die, not today, not tommorow, but some day. But theirs will end soon enough." he said, looking at her with his tealish eyes.
"But how do I save them?!" she half yelled at him, grasping his hand.
He turned into dust.
She had a look of sheer terror, and then she popped out back to the real world. She woke from the nightmare, but was still scarred. He'd kill her slowly.

He looked at the surroundings. "My castle." he uttered, and his castle and home rose from the ground.
The white marble walls and spiralling towers reaching towards the sky.
"Now where did I put my book..."