A girl from Maine dreams she is in a utopian place, but is it really a dream? Is it really utopian? The girl wonders throughout this foreign place, and soon discovers she is not in Maine anymore, at least for the time being.

The grass is blue, the sun is green, and the moon is red. Where am I? I feel as if I am a character in Alice in Wonderland. Surrounding me are vampire deer and octo goats. The curiosity in me kicks in, and I decide to investigate my surroundings.

Examining the funky foliage, I remember the setting in my backyard. It is not as nearly as unique as the leafage in this foreign place. The leaves in my backyard are the typical colors of Maine: brown, green, red, and orange. But here, the leaves are fuchsia, turquoise, and gold. This place is amazingly alive.

Walking past the trees of life, I see a person. No, I see people. I hastily move my legs toward the deafening music that encloses this utopia. My pupils begin to dilate. The individuals who inhabit this place are praising the sky and the trees and the ground. Nobody seems to acknowledge me, because they all continue to be doing their strange acts. Within minutes, they take a break. One of the men, who stands to about four feet, takes heed of my appearance. His electric, yellow eyes are quite piercing. He walks toward me with welcoming arms. He introduces himself as Ossian, a rather portly man, who discusses the history of his kingdom. He later announces that this utopian place is called Lasteron. He shortly says, “ Lasteron is our home, and now, it is yours as well. We, the Silent Assassins, welcome you.”

Feeling intimidated, this magical place has abruptly lost its feeling. I now want to leave immediately and find safety. I tell the Silent Assassins that I am going to venture on home. The pressuring group slowly begin to surround me with their menacing smiles.

My eyes gradually begin to open. After clearing the sleep out of them, my vision becomes normal. I remember that I am still in Lasteron, but it is not as kaleidoscopic or lively as I remembered. It is actually quite obscure, dim, and lifeless. Had I been dreaming this whole time? Is Lasteron even real? My thoughts are now taking over me. I am determined to get out of this windowless cellar. I see a drab looking door and dash for it. Oddly enough, the door opens with ease. There it is: Lasteron. I had not been dreaming then. I was put in this melancholy cellar by, I am assuming, the Silent Assassins. Lasteron looks the same: same trees, same moon, same sky, same everything, but where are the Silent Assassins? I saunter onto the talkative grass, hoping to find a way out of this abnormal community.

Listening to the crickets sing and the octo goats trot around, I hear something familiar. I know this sound; it is the sound of the Silent Assassins. My body goes into panic mode. Where do I go? Should I return to the cellar? Should I try to find an exit? After going into a daze from thinking of all the ways of escaping, I feel someone faintly breathing on my elbow. “We have been waiting for you,” Ossian deviously says. Before I can respond, I suddenly feel drowsy and and light headed. The last words I hear consciously were “goodnight.”

Hearing the sounds of Chickadees woke my body up. My rested eyes peel open. I am not in a cellar. I am not in Lasteron. I am in my bed. This whole time I had been dreaming of a dystopian place masked as a utopian community that was not even real. I feel astounded. This dream felt so real. Lasteron felt so real. The Silent Assassins felt so real. Before I could think another thought, my mother bursts into my room. “ Hi, honey, did you sleep well?” “ Yea, you could say that,” I heartily reply.