A teenage boy name, Dave artsen. Haven't got a good dream. It's always about a dark empty room. Meanwhile Other people dream about something good. Like ponies and more cheerful stuff. He was hoping he could have a normal dream, but he knew he won't. But then all of the sudden, he started to dream about something else. It's not a dark empty room anymore.f course, everyone have a happy, innocent dreams. For example, ponies, candy world and more happy stuff. A 16 year old boy, name Dave artsen never had a happy dream. He doesn't have nightmares either, his dream is just about a black, empty room. Nothing special. His friends sometimes tell their dreams, but of course Dave have nothing to tell.

[Monday. 3:00 am  17/07/2022]

Dave didn't sleep at all. He didn't know what to do other than scrolling on his phone, he really likes looking at his crush post. The girl that he likes was Jackie Laurin. He doesn't know why he likes her, probably her light blue eyes? No it can't be her eyes. Her long blonde hair? It is very pretty but no. Her beautiful freckles? No no, maybe he likes her because her personality. She's smart, kind, funny and more good things about her.

Dave really likes her, but he didn't have the guts to confessed to her. Even if he did, probably the basketball team will laugh at him. Who would even like a boy like him? He has ugly short dark brown hair, his face looks like he hadn't got any sleep for 4 weeks. He always wore a hoodie, it's not like he had no other clothes. He does have like four or five t-shirts. He's not that handsome, he's a loser who's always alone and got bullied many times. Probably he should stop talking bad about himself, it's not gonna help him feel better. He puts his phone on the top of the cabinet that is besides his bed and close the lamp, he finally went to bed.

~Dreaming~

As what he thought, a black empty room. Nothing special, it's his everyday dream. He walks around the black room, hoping that this dream will change. It's not like it's gonna change anyway, but it's worth a try.

After an hour walking around the room, he gave up. He just lay on the ground and close his eyes. When he opens them, he was confused and shocked. He was in a white place, it's so bright. He sat up and look around. No one was around, only him. When he looks in front of him, he saw... An angel?. He wasn't sure, that angel had a red-greyish hair. Their face...he can't clearly see it because of the bright light in the room.

"Hello dave artsen."

The angel said his name. Their voice was so calming, it's sounds like a male voice but abit deeper. Maybe the angel is a male.

"Hi,uhm angel? " Dave replied to the angel. "Oh no no, I'm not an angel." Dave was confused about that sentence, so he asked. "So if you're not an angel, what are you?". " well, I'm your god." The angel looks at him with a warm smile. He thought he was just joking and besides, this is all a dream. Nothing is real here. Dave laughed abit, "seriously? You're god? Heh okay. Right man, you do what you want to do."

"Do you think this is a joke?"

The 'god' said to him with a serious tone. Dave was scared abit by his serious voice, it sounds so intense. The 'god' let out a 'ahem..ahem' and smiled normally just like before.

"I can prove you that i am real"

"How? You're just in my dream"

"when you woke up. You'll see a letter from me. A white letter with a gold heart sticker on it. " He smiled and pat Dave's head. After that, he disappeared into the lights.

Dave wasn't sure if this is a dream anymore, well usually he dreams about a black empty room,now he finally dream about something else. He didn't think much about the letter that 'god' will gave him tomorrow when he woke up. He knows that it was all just a dream.

[Tuesday. 8:34 am 18/07/2022 ]

Dave woke up, very early than usual. He never woke up that early, usually it's 10 or 11 am that he'll woke up. He didn't complain or anything, he just get out and do his morning stretch. As he was doing his stretching, something caught his eyes. On his desk, there was a letter with a gold heart sticker  on it. He opened the letter and read it.

'I am real, Dave Artsen'