There once was a blue-eyed boy who visited my dreams. He never came with the same face, but I knew it was him. His voice and eyes never changed. One morning when I was six, I left him in the dream to go to school, but I fell asleep in class and when my teacher came, he found me in the dream with my blue-eyed boy.
My teacher chased after him. I followed and caught up to witness the horror he did to my friend. I lashed out, attacking my teacher — saving my friend. But I never saw him again.