Snippet #2675165

Stian was, as usual, asleep in class. Book propped up in front of him, arms on the desk as though he was writing, perfect position to fool the teacher. He had even picked out a seat near the radiator for extra comfort.

Yet, he found that it was really goddamn cold. He still wasn't bothered to open his eyes though -- after all, what was the point? He was so close to sleep! That is, until he felt a sharp tapping at his face. Assuming that class was over, Stian murmured "Yah... Be there in a minute...Mhmm.". But the tapping continued. Incessant, annoying, and slightly painful tapping which eventually started to turn into jabs. "Fine! I'm up!!" He yelled out, opening his eyes and raising his head.

Then he realised that he'd been talking to a penguin this entire time. A weird multicoloured penguin. If that wasn't enough, Stian found that he most certainly wasn't in his classroom. In fact, he was on a hill made completely of ice. But before he could react, he was beginning to slide down the hill. "Wait, what?" He stated (to himself) in surprise, before screaming like a little girl and trying to climb back up, to no avail. Stian landed with a thump on completely green grass.'Huh? How does that work... The hill is totally ice, but this entire field is all flowery and warm?!' He thought, in utter confusion. It was safe to say he had no idea what was going on.

The darned penguin waddled down with no trouble whatsoever, giving Stian this look that made him feel humiliated that a rainbow penguin had outmatched him. He was still confused as to why nothing made any sense before he realised -- 'Aaaaah, this must be a dream!'. He decided he'd probably started dreaming in class. 'Jesus, how long have I been asleep for to start dreaming? I'm so doomed when I wake up... Might as well take advantage of this while I can!'

Once he'd gotten his bearings, Stian noticed the back of his phone had fallen off -- probably on the way down from the hill.'Well, if this is a dream, I can just magic fix-it, right?'. He waited for it to fix itself, and when that didn't happen, Stian tried waving his hand around a bit or something...'Apparently not then. Fine, I'll just use my screwdr -- Oh, hey, it worked!' A screwdriver had appeared in his hand, even before he'd reached for his toolkit. He tried making the screwdriver float and fix the phone, which it did.'Sweet!' Thought Stian. It seemed like he didn't have total control here, surprisingly. How annoying. If it's a lucid dream, then aren't you supposed to be able to do whatever you want?

Stian followed the penguin around for a while, wondering if it would help him.
It did not.

In fact, all it did was waddle back to it's penguin colony or whatever.'So mean...' Thought Stian, walking aimlessly towards the horizon."Shouldn't something appear and tell me I'm the chosen one or something? This is the most boring dream ever!!" He shouted aloud. And just as he said this, he found his body fading away, turning into a weird white mist. First his arms and legs, then his torso, and finally his neck and head. Suddenly, Stian realized that he could not control this form at all. He tried to move, but did not, yet when he stayed still this cloud began zooming ahead. Eventually he ended up in some cavern, wherein he transformed unexpectedly back, landing roughly on the cold cave floor."Ouchies... Where is this, even?" He mumbled to himself, looking around. Seeing nobody, Stian got up and began to walk. It was completely dark."Huh... Looks like I'll be walking for a while, eh."