Izzy wasn’t sure if he was asleep or awake.

But there was something coming straight at him, and it looked like a bright, fiery yellow meteor. His eyes darted to the left. Looked like a deep, dark drop off to nowhere. And that bright, fiery yellow thing was still coming. He crouched down and peeked to his right. Another deep, dark drop off to nowhere. Then he looked back up and ducked his head just in time. The fiery, yellow meteor flashed over, and he heard…

“Someday…” in a whooshing whisper.

“That was weird,” he said to himself. “That’s like the fiery red thing that barely missed me a few days ago. Only, that time I heard someone say ‘tomorrow’. Is this a dream? Or is someone trying to tell me something?”

Just as Izzy finished asking the question a foggy face popped up out of a blue bubble.

“Where’s your dream, Izzy?” asked the foggy face.

“Dream? What dream?” Izzy was confused.

“I told you to always carry the dream in your pocket,” said the foggy face. “Don’t tell me you forgot it.”

Now Izzy was doubly confused. He couldn’t remember the foggy face, and he certainly couldn’t remember being told to carry the dream in his pocket. But he started to fumble around each of his pants pockets. Not in the left front. Not in the left back. Not in the right front. Not in the right back. Oh man…what was going on?

“Izzy…relax. Check your shirt pocket,” said the foggy face. “It’s probably in there because it’s closest to your heart.”

Izzy reached his right hand into his shirt pocket. Yep, there was something in there. With his thumb and two fingers he lifted it out. It looked like a thin piece of liquid blue metal. Izzy had never seen anything so deep, deep blue. He touched it with the pointing finger of his left hand. And his finger dipped in one side like toes into a swimming pool. But even though the liquid blue metal thingy was really, really thin…he didn’t see his finger coming out of the other side.

“How…” Izzy started to ask, but the foggy face stopped him with a chuckle…

“That’s your dream…right where it should be. Put it up to your eyes, Izzy.”

Izzy wasn’t sure he should, but he put the thin piece of liquid blue metal up to his eyes. There was a universe inside. He could see planets spinning, moons glowing, and a shower of meteors spread across space…more than he could count.

“Do you see the universe, Izzy?” asked the foggy face.

“Yes.”

“And do you see the spinning planets, glowing moons, and flashing meteors?”

“Yes…yes, I do,” Izzy happily answered.

“Well, they’re all in your beautiful dream,” the foggy face added. “And they’re waiting for you to learn about ’em. And you only have a little time…and there’s no time like the present to get started.”

“What do I do?” Izzy asked. “Where do I start?”

“That’s easy,” replied the foggy face. “When you’re hungry, and food doesn’t fill you up…when you’re thirsty, and water won’t quench…look deep into your dream. Look above the spinning planets…above the glowing moons…above the flashing meteors. Above all those worlds of beauty is knowledge. Find it, and you’ll understand what to do and where to start. Don’t put it off till tomorrow or someday.”

And with that the foggy face started to fade away. Before it disappeared completely Izzy heard…

“Carry the dream…in your pocket…carry the dream…in your soul.”

And as that voice faded out another voice faded in…

“Izzy…Izzy…wake up sweetie. It’s time for breakfast. I made your favorite…blueberry waffles with lots of butter and honey.”

It was Mom.

“Oh, I was dreaming. So I was asleep after all,” Izzy said sleepily. “That was such a cool dream I wanna go back to sleep and dream it again.”

He was about to do just that when he heard his mom’s voice from the kitchen…

“C’mon Izzy. Blueberry waffles are gonna get cold.”

So he jumped out of bed and hopped into his favorite baggy shorts. Then he plunged into his lucky red and yellow striped shirt and grabbed the brand new phone his parents just gave him. He whisked it into his shirt pocket without even thinking about the background picture…the milky way.

He just knew he was hungry for some of mom’s blueberry waffles and thirsty for some ice cold milk. That was enough to understand…for now.

 

 

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