#BookbedFictory 037: ‘Walking on a Dream’

by H. Bentham
This year’s Fictory is in partnership with BRUMULTIVERSE, a fictional multiple universe with dimensions, realms and parallel realities where amazing stories happen. All fics use the prompt: “The Main Character wakes up on the first day of school, late for their classes in a university to which they don’t remember enrolling.”

ONE

The sun was high and the air smelled wonderful. Karl knew something wasn’t right, what with the gauzy, almost gossamer quality of his vision, but he didn’t mind. He felt like floating, like all the burden he’d been lugging around in his chest had been lifted and had been replaced with helium. He thought about flying.

What tethered him to the ground though was a Narra tree. This tree was familiar, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt a nostalgic longing coming from it. Yellow flowers covered the canopy and Karl couldn’t look away. It was so beautiful.

The tree beckoned to be touched and Karl wanted to run to it and wrap his arms around its huge trunk. But he was stuck in place. It was so near yet so impossibly out of his reach.

“Not yet,” The tree seemed to tell Karl. “We’ll meet soon, but not yet.”

He accepted this from the tree. He couldn’t wait, but Karl had to be patient. He knew he didn’t have to wait too long.


Karl stirred and woke from the most pleasant sleep he’s gotten in a while. He smiled even before his eyelids opened, and he stretched his arms and feet as far as they would go. When he came to, he slowly took in the rich brown of the ceiling, the soft but firm mattress supporting his back, and the overall feeling of being fully rested. 

He still hadn’t shaken the hazy veil of dreaming about a Narra tree when a knock sliced through the tranquility and a boy slipped through an open door. “Karl Sarmiento?” It was a question, but it sounded like an order.

At this, Karl became more awake and aware of his surroundings. He propped his elbows against the mattress and took a good look around. Cream walls, carpeted floor, and dark wood furniture. Posh, he thought.

“Are you Karl?” the boy said again. Karl turned to face the other person. He was wearing some sort of school uniform, with a purple tie tucked under a dark vest. He was scowling and the unwavering glare he gave Karl was disarming.

“Y-yes,” Karl said, his voice so soft from deep sleep.

The boy squinted. It looked like he was about to say something else when a tiny, incessant beeping came from his wrist watch. He pressed a button to stop it. “Well, I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes now, and sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but we really have to get going. We don’t want to be late on the first day.”

Karl, still confused, stared at the unnamed boy whose eyes connected with his again.

“Karl!” The boy clapped his hands so loud Karl jerked up to a sitting position. “We have to get going!” At that, he turned on his heel and walked out.

When Karl stood up, he realized he was wearing the exact same thing the boy had been wearing, same tie and same vest. He ran his hand through the soft material. “What in the—”

“Let’s go!” called the boy from outside, the frustration apparent in his tone.

Taking tentative steps, Karl moved out of the threshold and closed the door behind him. The boy stood right outside, arms crossed. Around them was a wide hallway that had a similar, homey design as the room he just vacated. When the boy leaned in, looking like he was about to grab Karl by the neck, Karl tried to step back but his elbow hit the door. “Wait—”

“Stop fussing, we’ll be so late for the orientation!” Karl froze as the boy reached out to his shoulder and fixed a collar. He was just fixing the uniform.

“Orientation?” Karl squeaked. “What orienta—”

RRRRIIIINNGG! The loud school bell sounded out of place in such a fancy hall.

“Ugh, now we’re late!” The boy glared at him again, turned, and then he sprinted. Still confused, Karl couldn’t think of anything else to do but run after him.

What in the world is happening?

TWO

Welcome back! SY 2021-2022

Karl looked up at the banners and streamers all over the halls. They hightailed through huge glass doors, and glancing back Karl saw a name etched onto the entablature. 

Reagan Hall. 

It didn’t ring any bells.

“Come on!” the boy urged. He was already a few meters ahead. “It looks like we’re not the only ones running late. They’ll have to keep the doors open a little longer.”

The impatience in the boy’s tone was no longer there, Karl thought, and though running was Karl’s least favorite activity, he couldn’t help but follow the only person who might give him an explanation.

When they got in the auditorium, the interior was alive with noise and chatter. People, mostly teens in matching uniforms, filled a theater-styled space that looked modern and brand-new. Nothing like its exterior that looked like it wasn’t built within the last half-century.

“This way!” The boy had to shout. His voice was like a beacon that focused Karl’s attention only to him. “I spotted empty seats over there!”

The boy led the way and wove themselves through the throng of excited teens. When they got seated, Karl held a hand over his chest.

“You okay?” the boy asked, still projecting his voice over the ruckus. The concern in it made Karl half-expect a hand to land on his back at this question but the boy diligently kept his hands to himself.

“Yeah—I just—I wasn’t prepared to run,” he said between heaves. His chest and lungs were on fire.

“What?”

Karl took one more breath, “I said—”

Welcome, students!

A booming voice filled the whole auditorium and shushed everyone. It was instantaneous and Karl’s ears almost hurt with the sudden silence. Both he and the boy turned to the stage as a man walked into a bright spotlight.

“Welcome to your first day at Berkeley-Reagan University!”

It was a welcoming speech and Karl heard every word but he couldn’t make himself listen.

“What am I doing here?” He asked when it seemed like he could breathe again.

The boy turned to him and gave him a look, “All new students are required to attend the orientation.”

“No I mean, how did I get here? Is this a dream?”

The boy looked puzzled. The intensity in his dark eyes made Karl want to look away but he held it. He was so confused and needed answers right away. The boy shifted so he faced Karl a little more. Heaving a deep sigh, he said, “Look, I know how stressful the first day is. But you’re gonna be fine. BRU is amazing, and I’ll help you adjust to this new school.”

The boy’s genuine concern made Karl even more confused. He was about to repeat himself and tell the boy about what he really meant when the man on stage finished and everyone burst into applause. The boy turned away.

“Shh, now they’re gonna present the university’s short history. This is my favorite part, listen.”

Karl wanted to hold this boy’s shoulders and shake the bejesus out of him. Heck, Karl wanted to be shaken out of this bizarre situation himself, but there was something inside him that felt secure in this place, in this whole scenario.

He couldn’t remember how or why he was here at all, which made it clear that this was only a dream. He had the urge to pinch his cheek, but he didn’t do it. Somehow, he acknowledged a weird sense of calm and chill about all this. He hadn’t felt this way in forever, and he admitted to himself that he wanted to feel this way a little bit longer.

THREE

After the orientation, everyone was free to go around and get acquainted with the campus. “I’m gonna be your tour guide,” the boy explained cheerfully. Gone was the slightly grumpy person Karl met this morning. Something about the historical presentation transformed the boy into this friendly and chatty guy.

His tone and voice had a certain softness to it. The more the boy talked, the more Karl noticed, and he was liking the sound of it.

Unprompted, the boy also told Karl that classes were to start tomorrow and the only thing they were required to attend today was a mandatory dinner in the evening. “It’s a welcome dinner,” he said, as if the orientation wasn’t big enough of a welcome.

“We should get you some food,” the boy remarked as the two of them exited the auditorium. “I know you haven’t eaten yet.”

Karl could only manage a “Thanks.” He wanted to ask his questions as soon as they got out of there, but the comment got to him. He really was hungry, yes, but he was thrown off because he couldn’t recall the last time anyone had been concerned about him. It was surprisingly nice.

The boy—still unnamed because Karl hadn’t gotten to ask for his name yet— talked about the buildings they were passing by. The excitement in him was contagious and as he told Karl more about the school and being part of the student body, Karl started feeling nice about being in it too. The boy continued his unofficial guided tour as they were walking towards what he mentioned was called the Mess Hall.

“The Mess Hall is probably one of my favorite places here. It’s just the cafeteria that’s why it was only mentioned in passing earlier, but it’s really nice.” He chatted away, “I used to sometimes forget to eat when studying, but since the Mess Hall is so pleasant to be in, it’s a highlight of my day.”

The boy turned and when their eyes connected, Karl realized he’s staring at his companion instead of the buildings he was being introduced to. He turned away and tried to focus more on where they were going. “Sounds nice,” he said, after a short but awkward pause.

“Sorry, TMI,” the boy seemed embarrassed, “I’ve been told I could get carried away sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine.” Karl replied and another moment of awkwardness stretched between them.

“Um, how about we talk about you? Are you excited to be here in BRU?”

“I—” Karl stammered, unprepared for the sudden shift in the conversation. “I actually don’t know a lot about BRU.” Internally, he debated whether to start asking his questions now or if he should wait a little. The low rumbling in his stomach told him to wait.

Karl couldn’t just let the conversation die down, however, not when his guide had been so pleasant and accommodating so far this morning. He asked something else instead, “I do want to know why you haven’t told me your name yet.”

“Oh,” the boy smacked his forehead. “So sorry! I was in such a rush this morning I completely forgot to properly introduce myself.” He held out a hand and said with a dazzling smile, “Daniel Diaz. You can call me Double D.”

Karl took his hand and shook it. “Double D?”

“Yup. My initials.” Daniel, or Double D, explained. Before Karl could ask, Double D shrugged. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you next time.”

Something tugged in Karl’s insides at the prospect of a ‘next time.’ “Okay.” 

As Double D went on with the tour, Karl lost himself in the stories and histories of the institution. He loved the visual balance of neoclassical architecture, its imposing strength and stability, against the tenderness of greenery and spaces that opened to the bright, blue sky. It gave him a sense of internal balance too.

He briefly remembered his questions about how he got here and maybe telling Double D about all the things he’s forgetting, but they finally arrived at the Mess Hall.

“We’re here!” Double D announced as he opened doors that led to what was probably the fanciest cafeteria Karl has ever seen.

FOUR

Karl took a huge mouthful and savored the awesome flavors rolling around in his mouth. He recognized some of it—honey mustard, chopped onions—but he drew blanks on some distinct flavors.

“Mmm-hmm,” he groaned. “Thish-ish-so-foof!

Double D cocked his head to one side and smiled. “Glad you liked it.”

When he got over the euphoria of the first bite, he opened his eyes and saw that Double D still had his eyes on him.

“What?” Karl asked. “Do I have sauce on my face?” He scrambled for a napkin.

“Haha, no. You just looked like you were really enjoying your sandwich.”

It didn’t seem like Double D was trying to be flirty, he was probably just saying things as it came to him—consistent with how chatty he had been the whole morning—but Karl took it a different way.

What did he mean by that? Karl thought. OMG, did my groan sound immodest just now?

Karl grabbed a water bottle and took a huge swig. He forced himself to breathe, hoping pure willpower would abate his blushing cheeks. “The sandwich is really good! Thanks for ordering for me.”

“You’re welcome.” Double D was still eyeing him as if Karl would spontaneously combust.

Karl understood. He thought he would definitely burst into flames if he couldn’t keep his emotions in check. “You’d have to write down whatever it was you ordered because that sounded complicated back there.” He gave Double D a genuine smile of gratitude. At this, the other boy laughed.

Before he could embarrass himself further, Karl asked him about all of the other facilities they were visiting today. Double D seemed to get a very specific high when it came to talking about BRU and he was such a nerd about it. It was adorable.

FIVE

The rest of the morning, they walked around the museum, the library, and all the other fascinating places inside the BRU campus. They went back to the glorious Mess Hall for lunch where Karl learned that they not only serve hotel-level buffets for the students, but also Filipino favorites like the simple, everyday sinigang.

He also learned some very fascinating things about his companion.

One, for example, was that he was a full year ahead, even when they were practically the same age. Double D was so smart he skipped a grade in elementary.

Two, that the guy could talk his head off on a lot of topics ranging from BRU trivia (“Did you know that President so-and-so and General so-and-so were once fencing rivals here?”) to the really unusual (“Legend has it that one of the old trees in the World Park could help you find your soulmate! Isn’t that totally bonkers?”).

And three, Double D had no friends and was probably really lonely.

This he had deduced from Double D’s verbosity. Karl figured this handsome boy wouldn’t have latched on to Karl so quickly if he had other people he regularly talked to. There were acquaintances, people who waved at Double D when they passed by at the library, and Double D was all smiles and happy-chit-chat with them. He even introduced Karl to a few of his classmates. But Karl noticed he didn’t talk about anyone specific. There were no best friends, buddies or even roommates he slipped into their conversations. He didn’t even talk about his family.

Or was Karl just projecting his own loneliness at Double D? He thought about it and realized he hadn’t talked about his friends or family either. Not that there was something to talk about. He glanced at Double D, now talking about their next—and last—stop, the World Park.

Could he be lonely? Could we both be lonely?

Karl’s ruminations halted when Double D turned and caught his eye. “What?” His black hair moved gracefully in the wind. Soft and perfect, the total opposite of Karl’s messy curls. It gleamed in the bright afternoon sun making Karl wonder how it would feel to run his fingers through it.

“What?” Karl echoed.

“Was I talking too much again? So sorry.” Double D raised his arm and rested his palms at the back of his head. “I bet I’m boring you to death.”

“What? No,” Karl was quick to dismiss. “I have to say though, it’s been a lot,”

“Sorr—”

“But I like listening to you speak.”

Karl didn’t realize what he just said until Double D stopped and stood in place, staring at him.

“I mean,” Karl cleared his throat, “Um, you’re, uh, you’re clearly passionate about this—this school…”

Double D beamed and Karl’s heart melted like butter on hotcakes. “I am.” He looked wistful for a quick second and Karl would’ve missed it if he wasn’t looking directly. “I just love how the university preserved its history, and now it’s spearheading promotion and support for local culture.” He briefly lowered his eyes before raising them back up to meet Karl’s. 

“I feel like there’s something more you want to say.” Karl teased a smile. “But you’re holding back.”

At this, Double D exhaled. “You can tell me to stop. No need to be polite, you can tell me if you’re bored. I can take it.”

Karl understood that he’d been told these things before, and unkindly at that. For some odd reason, Karl felt like he wanted to find out who hurt Double D and smack that person in the head. “No, go on. Really. I’d like to know more about what’s special about BRU.”

He could see Double D’s expression change like something deep within him had been lit up. And Karl felt a spark inside him as well.

Double D continued talking, and Karl himself started to feel a growing fondness for BRU. He was also genuinely having a good time.

It had been a while since he enjoyed being in the moment. Most of the feelings he had of late hovered around his parents’ divorce, the gradual but monumental life changes thrust upon him because of it, and the loneliness he was still learning to accept. Today felt like a break from all of that.

It didn’t feel like all his problems were gone, but today they weren’t as heavy, like there was hope that he would be able to handle it. In this moment, he felt strong and capable.

SEVEN

“I need to sit down,” Karl said as soon as he spotted a park bench. He was enjoying this, but he wasn’t really used to walking around all day. “Aren’t you tired at all?”

Double D sat on the other side of the bench. “I’m fine.”

“You exercise regularly, don’t you?” Karl said, “My legs are on fire but you’re unbothered.”

For someone who liked to talk a lot, Double D had expertly avoided talking about himself. “Oh you know, just the usual stuff.”

Karl chuckled. “I actually don’t know what ‘the usual stuff’ means. I hate exercise.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s too much effort.”

Double D smiled. Clearly he’d heard this before. “Sometimes it is, but I read somewhere that walking or running, or any physical activity, really, can help regulate the body’s natural stress cycles. There’s statistics on how many overworked corporate employees felt like walking even 10 minutes a day helped them deal with stress.”

Karl cocked his head, “Aren’t you a little too young to be worrying about corporate stress?”

Double D’s smile grew wider. “Haha, not corporate stress exactly, but is anyone ever too young to have stress?”

“Point taken.” Just the stress of the last two months was probably already worse than anything the corporate world could inflict on him.

For the next minute or so, they just sat there in companionable silence. When Karl had enough rest, he shifted to stand up so they could get back to the tour.

“Wait, hold it,” Double D said and when Karl turned to him, the other boy had his hand outstretched, reaching out to him. “Don’t move.”

“Wha—”

“There’s a butterfly in your hair.”

“A what?” Karl froze. He wasn’t afraid of bugs, generally, but a butterfly in his hair didn’t make any sense.

Double D’s fingers gently swept through the hair just above Karl’s right ear. He didn’t touch the skin, but Karl still felt a warm prickly feeling in that general area. “A butterfly,” he said and picked a small thing tangled in the curls. “See?”

In his hand was probably the most delicate thing Karl had ever seen: a tiny white butterfly. “Oh” was the only thing he could say. The small beauty looked even more fragile in Double D’s big hand.

“Its wings are wet,” he said, and only then did Karl notice its slightly misshapen wing. Its tiny antenna wiggled adorably. “Maybe that’s why it fell on your hair.”

Karl absently touched the part where the butterfly landed. “Should we leave it in a bush nearby?”

“I don’t know.” Double D looked up, trying to see where the little thing came from, but he took a double take when he saw the tree looming above them. He looked mildly shocked, so Karl turned up wondering what he saw.

“What?” It was just a tree. It was huge but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “What?” he repeated.

“N-nothing.” Double D stood up, suddenly anxious to get moving “We need to get going.”

“Uh, okay.” Karl squinted, bewildered. “What about the butterfly?”

“Hmm?” Double D looked distracted. “Oh. I, uh, I guess I can hold on to it while we wait for its wings to dry.” He shrugged and started to walk away.

Karl looked back up at the tree and wondered what it could be that the other boy saw.

“Are you coming or what?” Double D called back.

“Yeah,” he said as he also stood up to follow. “I’m coming!”

When they fell right back into step, Karl took one last glance at the tree and from a distance, it hit him. “Oh.” 

It was the weird Narra tree in his dream this morning. Karl was sure of it.

Double D noticed. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said and smiled. He didn’t know how to tell Double D that he dreamt about that same exact tree this morning, so he opted not to say anything at all. “I just remembered something, but it’s nothing. Let’s go.”

They walked together without another word. Double D plucked a leaf that was almost as big as his hand and gently slid the tiny butterfly there. “My hand might be too warm for our friend’s comfort.”

At this Karl recalled how warm it felt when they shook hands this morning. He thought of something else to say to distract himself from these thoughts. “Should we name our friend?”

“Flappy,” Double said without skipping a beat.

Karl laughed out loud “You’re kidding.”

“It’s aspirational.” Double D gently patted the leaf beside the butterfly. “When her wings are finally dry, she’s gonna be flapping her wings out of here and she’s gonna do great butterfly things.”

“She’s gonna fulfil her butterfly destiny,” Karl added.

“Right,” Double D said and then their eyes met.

Karl wondered if Double D was also feeling the bright, buttery feeling rising from his chest. A warm excitement that he could only describe as fluttery. Butterflies in my stomach, I get that phrase now.

Double D was the first one to pull away. He cleared his throat and straightened. “Um, I think we need to go back to the dorms now.”

“Okay,” Karl sighed. “Lead the way.”

EIGHT

The day wasn’t really over, there was still a welcome dinner at one of the halls, but the school tour felt like it was truly ending.

They walked side by side, and Karl couldn’t help but ask, “Is something the matter?”

“Huh?”

Karl paused and Double D, a few steps in front of him, did too. He turned back to Karl, careful of tiny Flappy in her leafy cradle.

“I know we’ve only met,” Karl started, “but I really enjoy your company. And well, if I offended you somehow—”

 “No,” Double D said, almost immediately. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

 “You haven’t spoken since we named Flappy, so I thought maybe I did something.”

 “You didn’t. It’s just, um, something else.”

The hesitation in the other boy just made Karl curiouser. “It was the tree, wasn’t it?”

A light flickered in Double D’s eyes.

Karl was still debating if there was a connection with his dream this morning and whatever it was that was bothering his new friend, when Double D spoke, “I, well, I really enjoy your company too.” And then he sighed. “That’s why I didn’t want to make it awkward by bringing up something weird.”

The smile on Karl’s face was that of relief. “What? Why, what is it?”

“It’s just a silly thing here in school about that Narra tree.”

“I don’t think it’s really silly if you’re quite bothered by it.”

The late afternoon sky was so clear and blue and the shade of the shaded sidewalk gave Karl a sense of ease that was entirely new to him. They were still in the middle of the same conversation, but Double D’s words telling him he also enjoyed his time with Karl was already echoing inside his head. He’s gonna remember it for a while.

“It is said that people who share a moment under that Narra tree are supposed to be, uh—”

Karl could feel Double D’s resolve falter. “They’re supposed to be what?”

Double D took in a huge breath, like his next words needed a bit more inner strength to speak into existence. “Soulmates,” he said in his next exhale. “They’re supposed to be soulmates.”

“Oh.” Karl hadn’t expected that. He felt like he needed to mask his surprise, so he just kept walking and talking, like it was no big deal. “That’s interesting.”

The tension was suddenly thick between them. “So you think we’re soulmates now?”

Shock registered in the other boy’s face in a cartoonish way. Karl watched as the color in his cheeks grew deeper, his eyes widening in surprise, and his lips formed a shaky ‘O’. “No, no! Karl, um,” Double D stumbled with his words, “I’m not trying to insinuate -”

“Relax.” Karl giggled. “I’m messing with you!” He gave Double D’s arm a light tap. “You should have seen the look on your face!”

Double D laughed and then the two of them were laughing together. Double D was right, the urban legend was silly, but it was good that the two of them found the humor in it.

He was still letting out the last haha’s when they arrived at the stoop of the dorms. Reagan Hall.

“I don’t mind being your soulmate,” Karl shrugged, and he could tell Double D was surprised by it. “But maybe let’s be good friends first?”

Double D met his eyes and gave him a small smile.

“I mean, if you want to be my friend, that is.”

Double D’s smile grew wider and Karl saw a tenderness in his eyes when he said, “I’d be honored to be your friend.”

He held out his hand, the one not holding Flappy, and Karl shook it. This time it was a little more deliberate, and they were clasping each other more snugly. My very first friend in BRU, Karl thought.

And there it was again, butterflies in his stomach.

A tiny flash of white fluttered in front of their faces, breaking the eye-contact. Before it could register with Karl, Double D called out, “Flappy!”

It was indeed their little friend, wings all dry. The tiny beauty flew a few inches over them looking like it was testing the air.

“Yay, Flappy!” The both of them cheered for the butterfly.

“Fly high and reach the sky!” Double D called out.

Karl knew butterflies didn’t understand complex human concepts like gratitude, but when Flappy turned back and flew around them in a circle, he was quite certain their little friend was saying ‘thank you.’

He knew Double D thought this too because he said, “You’re welcome,” in a low, almost inaudible voice.

In the next moment Flappy was fluttering away, leaving the two boys standing behind her, watching her fulfill whatever butterfly destiny fate has for her. Bye, Flappy! Have a good life, Karl called out to her in his mind.

When she disappeared behind the lush foliage of the school’s landscaping, Karl turned to Double D. “So.”

The two of them struggled not to look in each other’s eyes. When they connected again, Karl spoke. “I meant it when I said I really enjoyed your company today. Thank you for the tour.”

“You’re welcome. I really had a fun time today too,” Double D replied. “But, uh, there’s still the welcome dinner later and, well, if you’d like…we can go together.”

Karl smiled and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go together.”

They talked a little bit on the stoop after that. Karl asked what the dress code was, what kind of food to expect, and all that, and Double D answered as best as he could. 

“I’ll meet you back here at around six? The program will start at about 6:30 and we don’t want to be rushing out of here again like this morning.”

Karl laughed at that. “6 p.m. it is.”

They said their goodbyes and Karl had a spring in his step as he walked up to his room. When he was inside, he realized he’d been grinning all the way back from the entrance. He was in such a lovely mood, excited to spend more time with Double D later.

I enjoyed my very first day at BRU. Karl thought. I’m not sure what happened, or how I ended up being a student here. But I do hope to stay here a little longer. A lot longer perhaps, if I could have it my way.” ☁️

H. Bentham has contributed several short stories to self-published romance and fantasy anthologies. His story, “Di and Rency’s Makeup Emergency, won 3rd Place in the first #BookbedFictory in 2017.
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