Sleeping To Dream

Here's the exercise from my second day of Creative Writing... Longtime readers may recognize this as a tie-in to my "Fine Print" script (due to be performed this Winter, also located on this blog). Keep in mind this was merely a five minute piece, not intended to be directly related to anything of performance merit.

Sleeping To Dream

Drenched in sweat, John awoke from his dystopian nightmare. Looking around his apartment for affirmation his dream was in fact just that, a dream, John had to remind himself to breathe. His dream world had become chaotic as of late, but he never experienced anything so vivid. In what can only be described as the Rapture, John found himself caught in a battle between his best friend and a female interpretation of Lucifer. His friend had sold his soul to the feminine Satan for a moment of happiness, thus causing a false deal to be made and the apocalypse to start. John begged and pleaded for a way to fix everything, to set things right, only to have "Lucy" offer him a choice; kill his best friend or live in a world blanketed with Hellfire... As he lunged to deliver a deadly blow, that's when John returned from his dastardly slumber... John pushed his dream aside, refocusing not on his environment now, but rather to the knocking at his door. "Open up, it's Lucy" yelled a voice from behind the door. John laid frozen, afraid of whatever may happen next...