Dream Designer

This work was dedicated to the children who want to colour the world.

Chapter 1:

Attention attention attenion attention!

Wanted

Dead Or Alive

 Meaning!

I can't understand, why is everyone black and white? What came to my mind? I watched in a documentary that colors do not actually exist, everything is just about perception, that is, the impact of light on materials. This must have been something like looking at everything positively. Anyway. My purpose is to commiserate with you. Nowadays, it has become very difficult to find someone who really speaks from his heart (don't be afraid, I mean sincerely). Whenever I talk to my friends, I think that I cannot touch the love in their hearts, so I go and make slime. (Keep this secret between us. My mom just had the seats washed. If she finds out, she'll raise hell.) After all, it’s easier to touch her. Or climbing a mountain. Just like we cannot compare the sincerity of a cheap and quickly melting shopping mall ice cream with anything. Simple and realistic.

Some moments hug you tightly and protect you from all sadness. My grandfather always told about those times. The famous fairy tale of happy days. Times when everyone was loving and looked after each other. No, I’m not talking about a movie. It really was. And as I once watched in another documentary, we carry each other’s burdens just like we carry the soul and memory of every living creature that has been on earth for billions of years (Don’t get confused, it’s simply carried). Hey, those days are good! I don't know, but my soul is definitely a little old. That’s how I think. I often think and try to find new meanings so that we can love everything and everyone better.

Chapter 2: Hands Up, This Is A Homework Check!

We’re starting the week with the math and homework control course, which most people don’t like, but I love it, because it makes the mind clearer in the morning. Everyone is stuck to their desks like spoiled slime. It seems like soon we won’t be playing high off the ground in the garden, covered in sweat.

Some people are already dreaming of a Nerf toy, while others are already dreaming of a hamburger. (Let's admit it, every class has its glutton.) As soon as the bell rings, some will gather the popular group of girls by the window to tell about their weekend adventures, all with a single wink. Some of them have their hands under the desk, ready to complete their homework for the next lesson, without getting up.

      When teacher Colourine suddenly asked everyone to take out their sketchbooks and crayons from their lockers, the class started to get excited like anchovies caught in electricity.

“Dream a dream and paint it!”

Chapter 3: Happy Moments Are Beıng Downloaded… Please Wait!

Although everything is perception, it is impossible not to be fascinated by colors. As the colors take you into an abstract world, everything suddenly starts talking.

While it is raining cats and dogs (of course it is not raining cats and dogs, it’s just raining heavily), the gray people in front of my eyes are running towards the gray building. (Follow well, don't ask questions!) I continue to get wet without rushing. That woman at the end of the corridor with the green coat and fuchsia scarf... Short curly orange hair and green glasses. Colors are scattering as she scans her surroundings with her big eyes. A huge white bubble covers everything.

In this black, white and lonely universe, the COLOR OFFICE is the most crowded place. There are lots of people queuing up in front of the door to buy colours. Everywhere is pale and colorless except the COLOR OFFICE.

Everyone is talking about the sign on the office door. Breaking through the crowd (don’t be afraid, I’m not killing anyone :)), this is just an expression. Open it and find out!) I tried to read the article with my tiny size. With the excitement of just starting to learn how to read and write, I started to test myself:

Welcome To Color Office!

Big Campaign:

Buy Any Color, Get One Designed Dream Free!

Amidst the hustle and bustle, my curiosity got the better of me (no one fell down, everyone was safe) and I immediately slipped inside. Three designers were working inside. There were single beds next to each of them. Thanks to the developed hologram system, they were working on the dream center of the brain, and they were doing this job very well and designing dreams, thanks to a pre-filled form that was carefully colored and away from the ordinary boringness of life. Moreover, the dream package designed covered one year.

Fill In The Form In Capital Letters!

           Name/Surname: BEN DREAMY

          Membership: NONE

          Your Favorite Color/S: PURPLE

          Your Happiest Moment:

……………………………………………………………………………..

Your Saddest Moment:

……………………………………………………………………………..

 Mention About Your Fears, If Any:

……………………………………………………………………………..

Colorful frames were being thrown into the zoomed brain of a middle-aged, pot-bellied and bald man (I promise there is no other adjective) lying on the bed in a black suit, thanks to the hologram: He is a very thin child, with his red and white striped socks, short purple shorts and yellow t-shirt, he put on his head preview mode 1 , 2 and 3 options are available. Just like in the computer game, the select icon appears and selects the third mode.

1: Space mode

2: Game mode

3: Supersonic mode

When the bell rang, I came to my senses with my friend who called me from dreamland to the garden with her big eyes. Everything was beautiful, but how was I going to draw all these things? I was demoralized. Meanwhile, my friend flew like a rocket because he didn’t want to waste the short ten-minute break waiting for me to come to my senses (and he was right, the line for toast in the canteen was already ten meters long).

You know, the sad student who is left behind in the class will immediately set the cat among the pigeons. (No, I’m not a magnet and I’m fine. Again, it’s a matter of expression. Ask your dear friend Google.) My teacher took the opportunity and tried to dig into me. (No, he didn’t stab me. He was just trying to find out what happened, my dear. It’s a good thing my soul is old, otherwise I wouldn’t have known these treasure expressions in my life.) When the world collapses on you (okay, I won’t joke with you anymore because you laughed so much, I’m afraid you’ll drown while drinking water), and by putting an end to this, we get to the heart of the matter. I’m coming) Someone bigger than you will always be your savior angel. They burst the clouds of sadness around you with their swords and take out candies from them. This happened to me too. Even though time seemed to flow with sadness, suddenly everywhere, everything and everyone was filled with color, the love that should have bloomed with hope. With the support I received from my teacher, I started writing a book for a competition with my magic pen and notebook.

What happened to the picture? The smiling stickman, a house with a smoking chimney, a tree, the sun, a flower, a cloud and a seagull from M (everyone knows this) are everyone's saviors.