[color=black]It was a rather stormy morning on that particular wednesday. The clouds loomed over the city of Fredericton like a dour blanket, intent on snuffing out any kind of fun or games. Bad weather was something Jeffery Downing always dreaded. He enjoyed being outdoors, his bucolic background giving him a love of nature and a vigor for exploration. As it was, he was trapped in the library of Fredericton University, researching the physics behind the second law of thermodynamics. The library was, of course, not very silent at all, with excitable young college girls discussing the latest happenings in their arguably hedonistic lives. Still, it was not in Jeffery's nature to hate such people. Everyone was important to some degree, though at times, Jeffery himself felt rather in over his head at this state college. Wanting only to become a scientist after falling in love with the way things worked in the world, Jeffery's home life on the farm had become strained. His relationship with his father was constantly fluctuating between bad and estrangement, creating a deep sense of purposelessness in the man.
His thoughts today, however, were not on his studies. They were on the dream he had had a few nights prior. A dream that was so lucid and real he felt as that if he closed his eyes, the vivid world would surge back into his mind. After this dream, he had looked up a few websites and discovered the idea of lucid dreaming, controlling the subconscious while asleep. Jeffery ultimately dismissed them as hoakey and somewhat contrived, trying to preserve a scientific outlook on the situation. The idea itself clung to him, however, and many times like now, he found himself musing over what the wild dream could have possibly meant. The world he had seem came to him even now as he closed his eyes, a world of shimmering silver and enigmatic light. Voices that weren't heard, but felt, and sights that were seemed part of Jeffery himself. He took a sharp breath, calling his aca