Tom opened his eyes, and he was on a beach underneath a tree. He could hear the crashing waves, smell the saltwater, and feel the ocean breeze against his skin. It all seemed very relaxing to him, and how fitting it seemed to have a dream about vacation the night before the semester started. He was about to get up to walk into the water when a coconut fell and bonked him on the head.
Tom grabbed the top of his head, and yelled out in pain. That shit fucking hurt, what kinda dream allows you to get brain damage via coconut? This had to be a nightmare.
He picked up the coconut and glared at it. “Fuck you, you stupid coconut”.
Tom was about to heave the coconut when heard heard
Fuck you, you stupid Tom
Tom froze. He didn’t know was crazier, the fact that the coconut just straight up disrespected him, or that it couldn’t come up with any other comebacks.
“You’re the one that assaulted me dude, why don’t you go get split you jerk” Tom retorted to the coconut
The coconut laughed, “ bro you were under my tree, you were in my splash zone”.
They both laughed at that one. This coconut wasn’t too bad, Tom thought to himself. Tom also wondered how hard his head got hit for him to hallucinate in his own dream.
But Tom, I am here for something of the utmost importance.
“To make me a pina colada?”
No. I am here to awaken your dormant powers from your dreams to reality.
Tom looked over at the coconut and laughed. “This is either the result of you hitting my head too hard or that damn gas station hot dog talking to me”.
This is no laughing matter Tom. Close your eyes, put your hands out in front of you, and face me.
Tom decided to play along. Maybe if he played along to this whole act then he could get his mind right. He closed his eyes, and did as the coconut said he should.
Tim felt a heaviness enter both of his palms and when he looked to see, he had a white coconut and a black coconut.
The original coconut disappeared, but Tom count heat its disembodied voice.
Crack open the white coconut for your birthright. Crack open the black coconuts to give it all up.
Tom has seen something similar to this in a movie once, so he played along. He set the Black coconut down in the sand, and carried the white one over to a large rock.
“Welp”, Tom said, “here goes nothing”, and smashed the coconut against the rock.
Instead of milk, light began to pour out of the coconut, and it begun to blind Tom.
The disembodied coconut voice said as Tom passed out:
You now control reality as your dreams, enjoy
Tom woke up, drenched in sweat. It was odd, because his room was freezing. He reached over and checked the time, 2:00 a.m. . He had more than enough time to catch up on his sleep before school started tomorrow.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, a few dogs in the alley behind his apartment begun howling.
Tom simply muttered, “Nope, that shit is not happening tonight”, and just as the words left his mouth, the howling stopped.
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