DreamTube

DreamTube

“Damn you JD, you did it again.” Although I don’t know what he did and I’m pretty sure he didn’t either; since he is after all a dog. That’s something for when I’ve got nothing else to say and he’s looking at me. With that crooked head tilt gaze. It seems to get a rise out of him. Jesus Christ I’m bored. It’s to the point where I’m actually waiting for the mail to come. Hey, that’s kind of why JD’s out here too, so he can bark at his best friend; the mailman. That’s actually kind of amusing.

“Look what you’ve got me doing now Dizzle. Sitting here with you; waiting for the mail to show up. You live a hard life my friend.” I said while he lifted his ears to the door and ignored me. J Dizzle is what I call him occasionally, blame it on that MTV. He’s getting up now and walking over to the door; you know what that means! The slot; oh god it ever so slightly opens as JD carefully maneuvers towards it. That ‘oh god’ was me speaking for JD of course. As always, the mail is quickly shot in before JD can get a chance to bite the hand that feeds. I couldn’t help but laugh as JD let it be known he was angry at this vile trespasser.

“Damn, this close JD! This close! Oh calm down, there’s always tomorrow. Unless tomorrow’s Sunday, then you’re screwed.” I told him as I showed him my thumb and index finger almost touching. There was a feeling all of a sudden and I cannot explain it. It had my attention and at that very moment I was distracted by a brightly colored piece of mail. I literally dropped all the other mail and was drawn this multi-colored and quite fascinating envelope. Inspecting it closely I ran into the company’s name on the return address.

“DreamTube? What the hell is that? Eh…” It’s probably junk mail, right? But what if it isn’t? Something had obviously drawn me to this specific thing. I had no choice; I had to open it. Hoping it wasn’t a bill I was surprised by the contents within. There was a CD and a single sheet of paper. It also seemed particularly strange because it was hand written instead of typed.

“DreamTube… everybody’s dreams become your own.” This was the first and three times underlined sentence of the paper. It already had my attention. Obviously; it was underlined three times. Nonetheless I started walking to my computer room as I continued to read the letter.

“Just put the CD-ROM into your computer and run the software. You will get further instructions upon installation of the DreamTube software.” And that was it. It was enough to keep me interested so I put the CD into the drive. I made sure there were no viruses, we don’t need that. Sheep passed by my computer screen while it loaded and installed the software. Once the program began to run a little sheep popped onto the screen. Next to him was a quotation box.

“Hi, my name’s Sleepy and Welcome to DreamTube! Here are a couple tips to help you dream to the fullest extent! First; click on the homepage icon and it will bring you to a search bar. Type in anything you wish. Whether it be a person, something you’ve always dreamed about, or something completely random, and watch the results come flying. You have a nonstop thrill ride ahead of you if you choose to take it. But be forewarned; be careful what you dream for.”

I didn’t know what to think. It seemed like a cool idea. It also gave me the chills. It wouldn’t hurt to try it once would it? I had no control over that though because I was already in it this far; why stop now? Doing as the sheep told me to I went to the homepage and sat at the search bar thinking of what would be a good first search. I didn’t want to be too crazy because of that warning. I also didn’t want to waste my one and only try on something lame. At least I hoped it would be the only try. Sitting there thinking about what to search for my door is flung open startling me just a tad. It’s JD.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Then suddenly a thought entered my mind. I had heard that phrase before; but seemingly it was a repressed memory of sorts as it took me a couple minutes to realize where. It was the same sort of situation. Years earlier I had come home from work and walked into my bedroom. A shared bedroom as I had a girlfriend back then. I could hear her screaming that same phrase. Looking around I came to conclusion I should have knocked to give her some time. Perhaps had I knocked I wouldn’t have noticed one of my better friends in the same bed she was in; my bed. I hadn’t thought of that – or her for that matter – in years, why now?

“I never did get any revenge on that. Maybe this DreamTube thing can be my way of getting back at her. Since it is, after all; just a fantasy… just a dream. Let’s see what happens when I type in her name, what do you say JD?” He just looked at me; he usually followed me around so I didn’t think anything of his arrival. I wonder if he’ll show up in the dreams with me? I typed her name into the search bar. Tiffany Oswald. There were three results! I decided to read them out loud for JD. To see which one sparked his interest.