• The little Dream shivers in the darkness, cries out to be acknowledged, reaches for those who would dream it.
    No one answers.
    The little Dream begins to think it'll die out if no one dreams of it. It gets fearful for it's life.
    The little Dream take four cards in it's hands and comes up with a plan. The next person to dream about will become it's vessel, allow it to live on, through the life of another. This person will become it's world.
    With that, the Dream smiled an evil smile, and waited. Waited for the first person to step into the Wonderland.

    First Alice: Meiko

    A stormy fall morning. The wind smacked the locked window, making noises throughout the house.
    The girl stirred and twisted in her bed, beginning to wake up. She fought the sound, trying to continue to sleep, but the smacks and bangs were too annoying.
    "Meiko! Up and at 'em!" screamed the mother. She stomped into the girl's, Meiko, room, clapping her hands loudly.
    Meiko wiggled around a moment more, and opened her eyes. Everyday started like this for her: Sleep until something starts to make obnoxious sounds, try to ignore, her mother ruins what little sleep she achieves, and then she's forced to wake up into her dull life.
    "Clean up while I'm gone, ok?" her mother said, standing over her as she rose up from the bed.
    Meiko sighed and nodded. "Ok, Mom. I'll get to it in a bit."
    Her mother nodded back and patted her head. "I'll be gone until late. Make sure everything's sparkly when I'm back, ok, girl?"
    Meiko smiled a fake smile. "Sure. I'll have it done."
    With that, her mother left and Meiko went down stairs and cleaned everything until it literally shined. Every few days her mother had her clean the house while she worked.
    Meiko grew tired of this life. She had no life. She just did for her mother everyday, since she graduated. She couldn't get a job herself, she had no friends since they'd moved on from their parents, her mother also always needed work done, and Meiko was too kind to just say, "No!"
    Meiko sat on the couch and turned on a music channel. She layed down and sighed.
    "********," she mumbled. "I need a better life." She yawned, and with that, fell fast asleep, listening to the shitty mainstream music.
    <3---<3
    Meiko dreamed. She dreamed she was in a gorgeous Victorian style dress. That she was outside (unlike in real life, where she almost never went out). That she was sitting underneath a big and shady tree. She looked around her. The grass was so beautifully green and the sun beat down the earth around her. She was under a perfectly shady tree, so she felt no heat, just a soft breeze.
    Around the tree was more tree, and a few yards ahead looked to be a village. Old fashioned, people running about, it sparkled in the heat of the sun.
    She stood up, curious of the land before her. All her life, she'd lived in a dull town that never changed, never felt at all intrigued by anything in it. And her dreams had never been so amusing and interesting. She ran for the village, not feeling tired at all from the lack of daily excersize. Though, if this was a dream, why did she feel the dress beat against her and her feet smack the earth?
    After running for only moments, she was there. The village was so lively and old fashioned. No one was dressed like her, they were all apparently peasants. As she walked through the main road, she noticed some were staring. She felt a chill. She wasn't used to much attention. She thought she looked plain, dull, not very attractive. Her hair was very short and red, and her eyes were large. She had a small frame, and average breasts. And she was very tall. In her eyes, she was the furthest thing was pretty, but in the eyes of any other, she was a rare beauty.
    "Mother, look! A lady!" said a small child at a shop, pulling their mother's apron.
    Meiko blushed deeply. What kind of dream was this? Where was she going?
    She continued down the road, her legs pulling her forward more then her walking on her own.
    <3---<3
    Walking deeper into the village, being watched by many, she saw something run across her vision. Small and white. An animal? It ran between two small homes, down an ally.
    Curiosity filling her to the brim, not knowing why she was so curious and not thinking, she ran after it. Ran as quickly as her legs would carry her, staying at a small distance from the white blur.
    "Wait, thing!" she squealed. "What are you!?"
    Without much time passing, without her feeling tired from the run, without paying attention at all, she was in a forest. This one unlike any other she could have imagined.
    This forest was dark. The trees reached the sky, the bark was a bloody red, the leaves a dull grey. The ground she ran on was a dull grey, too, feeling mushy under her feet, like thick mud. She could only see bits of the sky, and what she saw was more along the lines of a deep red curtain floating above.
    She felt chills run down her back, and an urge to run back. But her curiosity was pulling her deep into the forest. The white blur luring her deeper.
    Stop.
    The blur stopped, and quickly turned to face Meiko. It was something odd looking, small and white, human shaped, with two big, deep black holes where eyes should be.
    "What are you?" Meiko mumbled, shivering, fear growing in the pit of her stomach, knowing this little freak wasn't good.
    "Oh, little Alice. It's time to play. How long I've waited for my dear First Alice." The little white freak giggled. It had no mouth, so Meiko couldn't tell if it was smiling or not, but got the impression it was.
    It lunged forward, grabbing hold of Meiko's right hand and dug it's little hand through the center. Meiko cried out in pain, as blood splashed all over her and the freak. The blood was as red as red could be, as hot as fire. Meiko felt the freak pull out of her hand, and with that, she lost herself.
    The wound cleared over automatically. And on her hand was a new symbol: a red ace.
    The little freak jumped a few feet backwards, and smiled. "Play time, now?"
    And with those words, through Meiko's right hand, blood ripped out of her palm, and formed a bloody sword. It was as sharp as a blade has ever been. Meiko looked down at it, not feeling anything where the wound had been. All she felt was a new urge.
    "Go play, Alice." The little freak laughed as loud as it could, and the earth below them sprouted tall, lovely flowers of every variety. The flowers smell burned Meiko's nose, angering her, filling her with a hateful passion.
    The little freak, one last time, laughed and disappeared into the abyss of flowers.
    "You bastards!" Meiko cried out, lifting the sword above her head, giving the flowers a hateful stare. Her nose ran and her eyes burned, and with all the hate a human could hold, she swung the bloody sword at the flowers, cutting them all, them falling onto the earth and withering away.
    She swung and swung, not thinking, just hating and killing every flower that came into her vision.
    When every flower was dead, she smiled and cackled. She felt satisfied and her normal self came back.
    But with the last flower gone, things went wrong. The trees around Meiko wiggled, the branches shook, the leaves curled and cracked.
    "What the hell? What's going on?" Meiko felt scared to her bones, squeezing the sword like it was her only chance to survive.
    The trees all reached their branches out and formed a wall around Meiko, locking her in a forest prison. There wasn't a space in between each branch, they were a perfect wall.
    "Quit!" she cried and began to swing her sword at the tree wall. It bounced off like it were nothing more then a ball hitting the ground. Meiko felt the force of the wall pushing her sword back now. She was running out of strength.
    "Let me go! I've done nothing! It's that... thing!" She cried and fell to the ground, the warm tears falling onto the muddy earth.
    <3---<3
    And with that, the First Alice was done.