Dreams

I walked into the barn house. Mother waited anxiously, for what I did not know. I sit with her. Soon, we hear the rumble of Dad's truck, and a trailer pulling behind it. We run outside. It is cloudy, slightly chilly, snow is beginning to fall. I look outside at our land. We have a barn area attached to the house, that is covered. Across the dirt road is a small pond with a stream. In the pond is a beaver den... I decide to take a closer look later.
Dad opens up the trailer, and out walks a wobbly, long-legged brown calf. She was beautiful. We lead her into the barn area and decided to name her Bessie. Original I know. She was like a dog, she was so sweet. As time went on, we began easing her in to being a dairy cow. Dad decided to buy a bull, a huge, strong black bull. As he was on his way to get the bull, I decided to finally go investigate the beaver den.
I made my way across the frozen pond to the den. As I got closer, I found a door. A door on a beaver den? Suspicious. I open it up, the inside is radiating heat, is fully lit, and has bookshelves, a chandelier, a full furniture set. I'm baffled. There are no beavers in this den!
I sit on the couch, and take in my surroundings. It's like the world outside completely disappeared.
"Thought you'd find this place soon."
I jumped at the voice, and turned towards it. There stood a raggedy blonde girl. She was probably 20, had waist-length hair, it was wavy and a bit frizzy. After her followed a 20 year old man. He had shoulder-length straight smooth hair, and was six and a half feet tall.
I was speechless. They both snickered and whispered about me. After a while, they told me to get up and follow them. We were going somewhere.
Where could we possibly go from a BEAVER DEN?
They walked into a door. I followed.
All of the sudden, I felt as though I was stretched, pulled, shrank, and dissolved all at the same time. All around me was grey, black, and blue. In an instant, I was in a house I'd never been in before. The couple was standing, waiting for me. They told me to explore, and go through other doors if I wanted, but I had to remember which doors I went through, and I should avoid picking the "wrong" doors. Whatever that meant.
I walked down some stairs. the house was mostly empty, painted white, made of wood. I found a chest, painted white as well. I opened it, and a dark mist surrounded me. I heard heavy breathing, and a demonic threatening voice invaded my ears.
"You picked wrong. Try again before its too late..."
I panicked, and slammed the chest door closed.
I continued exploring, and found another door.
After several changes through these portal doors, I arrived at some sort of fancy wal-mart. Cool stuff. I wanted a new fish. But I needed at least a 75 gallon tank. I went to the pet department. They had a ton of tanks out on display. The deal posted was, "1 dollar per gallon!" Wow, that's a great deal. I started looking at these set up aquariums. They had fish, and everything in them. Just so you could see what they looked like outside the box.
Problem was, all of the fish were either dying or dead. They were all brilliant colors one minute, and the next they were brownish black, and dead, laying at the bottom of these gorgeous tanks.
There was one fish though, in a 96 gallon tank. He was about 9 inches long, and looked kind of threatening. He was ugly, mostly brown, and looked like he had drippings of himself hanging off of him. Apparently, he was the main attraction. He had a sign above him telling about how active and lively a fish he was. I looked at the fish. There was a machine used to feed him, but there was no other decoration in the tank itself. To feed the fish, you'd insert ten cents into a slot, and some food would dump into his tank. All that fish did was sit on the bottom of that tank and wait for food to drop to him. He'd eat some, but throw the rest back up. It was really sad. I fell in love with this fish and he was so lifeless, so unloved by everyone else despite the signs...
When I finally made my way back to the beaver den, Bessie was full-grown, and pregnant with a calf. Her and the bull stayed together in a small pasture, Bessie was so happy to see me.
It began to snow, ever so lightly. Even though I knew I should stay home with my parents and the farm, I realized I could go anywhere with that beaver den and those doors. So I went back into the den, and woke up.