Summoner: The Book of Dimension

38 Spying People's Dreams

He kept hearing the same whispering wherever he’d gone to for over two weeks.

It didn’t last for that long, though. Sometimes he could hear it every other day, once in a while. It wouldn’t last more than half a minute, but whenever he heard it, it never failed to make him feel scared.

“...never stopped,” he said as he typed in the last words to his recent work. He made sure he saved it and sent it to his editor through the mail. He just needed it to be revised. Once he had reviewed the book and all good, it would be ready to be printed into a physical book.

The next things that would happen after were the publisher’s work. The distribution and such.

He pushed himself from his table, letting the swivel chair drag him across the room as he stretched his arms and legs.

He finished yet another book. Which meant, he had weeks or months of free time until he was ready to write another book.

It seemed to be easy, but it wasn’t. He was worried about a lot of things but being a dreamland helped him a lot. He had no more things to do than to fit the pieces from his dreams and write them into a book.

He heard the doorbell from downstairs, so he stood up and ran down with his wallet. “Pizza’s the best after a lot of work~,” he said in a random tune and opened the front door, where a young man around his age, wearing a helmet and pizza place’s uniform, smiling at him while holding a box of pizza.

He held out his card and took the pizza, watching as the pizza delivery guy was swiping his card. He gave it back to Peter. “Thanks, sir. Enjoy your pizza,”

“Thanks, man,” Peter only replied and closed the door behind him.

Putting his wallet carelessly on the pocket of his pants, he opened the box and took one slice, moaning in delight when he took a bite.

The room was noticeable for being messy, that was what Peter thought when he entered his room. That made him make a mental note to clean the room tomorrow.

Watching videos on the internet was his entertainment while he was eating his pizza.

He had been used to have the same lunch almost every other day, but he loved how comforting the pizza was. It made him somehow remember his friends.

Peter wasn’t the type to contact his friends first, because he knew they were busy with their careers and lives. He was just waiting for them to contact him. That way, he would be sure that he wasn’t bothering them.

After consuming half of the pizza he ordered, he lied down on his bed and took his phone to search for a site called Fantasy Secrets, where he was a recent active member.

He didn’t share anything about him being a dream lord, though. He was just there to give advice and leave comments. One thing he only posted recently was him saying he had been hearing the same gibberish whispers.

So far, people have commented that it was spirits calling to him or maybe just serious symptoms of hallucination and other mental disorders. He didn’t buy those, anyway. He knew there was nothing wrong with his mental health, as his contract with his publisher included regular mental checkups.

It wasn’t the answer he was expecting, although he already knew the book had something to do with it. He just couldn’t tell yet.

He scrolled to find a few posts that could connect to the Book Of Dimensions or something similar to him being a dreamland.

He came across one thread post with links about fantasy creatures roaming around the world and caught on camera. Some were famous on the internet, some were mined from the deep web.

Of course, he believed some of those were real, and some of them may just be products of this modern age’s technology.

He badly wanted to expose everything he experienced, but he didn’t want such attention from people around the world. At least not on that purpose.

After scrolling through the site, he got tired of it and decided to sleep and go roam around the dream space, like what he usually does.

He opened his eyes outside his house on the dream space. He looked around for any near dream orbs, and he found a man who was hunting deer.

Peter barely knew his neighbors since he barely got out to communicate with them, but he was the talk of the town. The self-proclaimed best hunter in town.

He watched the old man’s dream to see how good he was at hunting—at least in his dream.

He cupped his hands close to the orb and watched how the dream would go.

The old man had a shotgun in his hands, and he was waiting patiently behind the bush for any deer or anything he could hunt.

Then, a deer passed by. The old man didn’t move and waited, aiming at the deer’s head. Somehow, it was cruel to Peter although he had killed Medusa, Ben Duke the creature from Kramer, and the sphinx, the latter he wasn’t sure about.

When the old man was slowly going to pull the trigger, Peter let go of the orb and moved on to another one.

He walked across his house and found a big house. He had barely seen people in that house, but whenever he saw someone, they were two young kids playing basketball, catch, and tag. He had seen their parents, but just once.

Walking inside the house, their house looked cozy and bigger than how it looked outside.

If Peter had favorite dream orbs when spying on people’s dreams, they were those from kids’.

Because most adults don’t dream much, and they were either short and simple. Also, although he could somehow relate, they were all about life and all those adult stuff, which he was tired of seeing.

For kids’ dreams, they were complicated, creative, fun, and interesting. They were young so they had a wide-range of imagination. They were open to all those fantastical things.

It always impressed him how unpredictable their dreams were.

He wanted to see the kids’ dreams, but all the orbs there were all pitch black, which meant they were awake. Dream orbs couldn’t show anything but a dream, so memories or what they’re seeing couldn’t be seen on the dream orb. Thus, it was named for that purpose.

Unfortunately, he had to move to another person’s dream because he had nothing to see there. That was why it was a disadvantage to Peter whenever he wanted to roam around the dream space at day. Most people were still awake.

He was thinking of moving to another country where it was night and people were sleeping, but the dream space is as vast as the world since it was a copy of locations in the real world.

However, the idea of roaming another town could be a good one. To make things easier for him, he created a motorcycle on the dream space and left his place before going on to a neighboring town.

He had the idea to spy on a writer named Jefferson Quire. Peter was not the type to hold grudge against other people, but he didn’t like the way Jefferson called him a fake and trash.

It didn’t get to his heart, however, he wanted to at least pull an act of revenge against him.

When he found the house, he walked inside and saw an orb there. Perfect. He was sleeping.

Peter was inspired to interrupt Jefferson’s dream and make it a nightmare. He entered his dream and saw Jefferson making out with a woman.

He grinned and changed something with the woman. He made her look like an alien and was about to eat him whole with her gigantic mouth. A type of typical alien monster dream.

He then left his dream and spied what could happen.

It was childish, but it was fun for him to see Jefferson’s scared face. The dream drastically changed from a man’s fantasy to a nightmare.

Peter laughed as Jefferson continued to scream in utter fear.

Then, the dream went pitch black.

He removed his hands away from the orb and grimaced. That was no fun. It would’ve been better if Jefferson didn’t awake yet.

After leaving Jefferson’s house with a light heart, he moved to a house next to it. He swore he’d get proper revenge next time.

He went on to the orb and realized it was, finally, a kid’s dream. He quickly placed his hands to cup the orb and started spying it.

The kid’s dream was living in a world of superhuman. The kid was one of them and his power was ice.

There were only battles of powers there, a kind of battle which was fun for Peter to watch.

He decided to stay there for a little bit more and maybe join the dream, but again, it went pitch black. Feeling dismayed, he walked out of the kid’s house and used the motorcycle he created to go back to his place.

When he was near his house, he heard a loud growl in a distance.