iThink I'm Dreaming

Disclaimer: I used to try and make my disclaimers clever but epically failed each time, soooooo… I Don't Own iCarly! (*says with robotic voice*)

Chapter 1: dreaming of you

Sam's POV:

"All right, I'm here! Now where do I nap?" I sauntered in to the empty science room. Freddie looked up from his laptop.

"You're late" he spat. I just rolled my eyes.

"At least I'm here at all." I rationalized.

"You're here because it's required to do a final project."

"I don't care about any of that."

"But all that not-caring will be sure to put you to sleep in no time while I monitor you." He was trying to stay up beat about this, I could tell he was getting annoyed with me. I bet he was wishing he got to monitor Carly while she slept. I'm no sleeping-beauty like her. I snore… and drool. But, hey, I'm getting school credit for sleeping, plus this would so count for a major favor from the dork in the future. I love having something to hold over his head.

I sprawled out on the couch he had brought in from the teacher's lounge. It was a pretty nice one, but I could have fallen asleep on the floor if I wanted. I was that good.

"Alright, just get comfy, and I'll put these monitors on you to keep track of your pulse to see if it quickens, and I'll put this camera right here to record your eye movements. I'll just record everything else I see from here." He explained. Part of me found it creepy to have Freddork watch me while I sleep, but I shook it off. "And when you wake up just tell me anything you can remember about your dreams. This alarm will wake you up in thirty minutes." He held up the device.

"Alright Mr. Scientist, can I sleep now?" I asked impatiently. He rolled his eyes and nodded. I flopped down deeper into the couch's fabric and felt myself slipping away in no time…

I see a plain field fade into view. Looking around, I soon find I'm sitting in the center of it. I rake my fingers through the grass a couple times until I feel something greasy underneath. I don't recoil, I know what this is. I've come accustomed to the feel.

I rip the foliage out from the roots to find the treasure underneath. Bacon. It's a field of bacon. Many, many strips are all woven together, hidden by the grass.

My smile turns savage as I lunge at it. I pull the precious meat product to my mouth only to find it has turned back to dirt. I spit it out, disgusted.

I disregard the false-bacon and get up. The field seems to go on forever in all directions. No end in sight. I feel small… and helpless. I'm disgusted with myself now.

I'm all alone.

Then I see a figure appearing, like the wind is painting a picture of a boy with each stroke.

He looks comfortable standing there with both feet planted squarely. He's not too skinny and his shoulders are rounded. His hair kind of swishes back in a way that you don't see often from a high-school boy, it's not formal or anything, it's just neat. His face is what gets me. The glowing innocence I usually prey on is protected with sweeps of sarcasm and confidence. He's smiling, but not a normal kind of smile, a teasing smile that just radiates warmth into me. He's looking directly at me and I can't think of anything else anymore.

I call to him, "Freddie?"

*BRIIIIIIING*

Freddie's POV:

I watch as Sam's eyes fly open. She sits up, narrowly avoiding the eye-cam which she probably forgot about. She takes in her surroundings and realization hits her fast.

I begin with the questions I prepared, clutching my notebook and pencil readily.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask calmly.

"Like a log" she says yawning, then gives me an annoyed glare, "I could have slept better without that stupid timer."

I wrote down her answer, word for word.

"How long did it seem like to you?"

"Too short." She simply stated. I recorded that down.

I looked up at her, "Did you dream?" I asked.

She looked like she was concentrating for a moment then answered, "yes." She said. I was surprised she was answering my questions so well, I would have thought she would have fought me more.

"how well can you remember it?" I continued.

"I only remember pieces, it's kind of fuzzy." She explained, then seemed to remember she was supposed to be bored and leaned back down into her seat and yawned again.

"Did you recognize things that happened today or recently in your dream?" I asked.

Her bored eyes focused a little as she thought, "yes." She answered.

"Can you list them?"

She paused to collect her fleeting thoughts then answered, "Grass, bacon, and you." She said.

I was taken back by the mention of me. The next question wasn't on the list, but I wanted to know.

"And do you dream about these things a lot?" I asked, my eyes nervously flashing up to her face. She was concentrating too much to meet my gaze. She didn't notice I asked this more for me and not the purpose of science.

"Yes, but not grass." She answered.

I nodded slightly, not sure why I was so interested that I was in her dreams. I expected bacon to be, I smiled at that.

I looked down at my clipboard, no other questions were left.

"Well, alright, I guess I'll see you tomorrow after school?" I clarified.

"What-evs" she replied, already out the door.

Good introduction? I hope so. I don't know what I'm thinking starting a new series when I already have two going that I care about a lot, but I got this idea and I couldn't let it go. You like? Got suggestions? Love to hear them!

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