A/N this is something I wrote in my creative writing class. Its in the style of the author Peter Carey did with his story Shadowboxes. I hope you like it. Its about Dreams and a strange world where you need them to fall asleep.

Dreaming

1. When they first arrived, everyone was bewildered. Now they're a bit of
a nuisance. Fluttering above your head, floating through the skies.
Sometimes I would wait half an hour to get my hands on one. When
walking down the streets people wave their arms at them if they get
close. They don't hurt you or anything and little kids love trying to
catch them. Whenever I go to collect one I try to get a blue one. They
are always good ones. At first we thought they would be dangerous. But
the keepers assured us they weren't. But I disagree. Maybe if we
hadn't touched them in the first place I keep wondering if we would
have been better off.

2. They came in bottles. Just plain glass, with the swirling liquid
inside. Last week I didn't have enough cash and so I didn't sleep at
all for that night. It was terrible and I have promised myself to keep
cash for each day. I know some people who are so poor that they don't
sleep for months. A lot of people wish they were never here, including
me, but are forced to use them anyway.

3. I often see the keepers walking around the streets with their nets,
jumping every now and then, trying to capture the sparkling shapes. As
I walk down the road I see 3 keepers. Their dark coats flapping in the
winds. I'm on my way to my sisters. She asked me to pick one up for
her as it is nearing dark. I make my way along the dirt track towards
the crowd of people waiting to buy one. I slowly come to the front and
I look to see if there are any blues left. It doesn't look like it. I
pay for two and ask one of them servers whether they have any blues
out the back. They don't. I satisfy myself with 2 light greens. I give
one to my sister. Later she goes to bed, taking her bottle with her.
I'm not tired yet.

4. I remember when I had my first one. It was pink. I was scared
when I took it and for good reason. I never took a pink one again. I
was 23 then. Now 42. That
means I've taken around 6935 of them. Scary to think that my life has
been taken over by them.

5. I used to struggle against the effect of them. But I discovered if I
go along with the flow of them my body accepts them more readily and I
feel more comfortable. I hope we shall be able to rid our lives of
these controlling things. That we shall be able to live in peace
again.