I'm in Your Dreams 1

Slap. Slap. Slap. The steel-toed combat boots hit the ground hard as the teen raced down the street, black trench-coat billowing behind him.

"I'm coming to get youuuuu!!!" A voice called out behind him.

Dib cursed and threw himself to the ground, narrowly avoiding the laser that was aimed at his head. The violet ray hit a lamp-post and disintegrated it. A high pitched laughter filled the air as Zim fired another shot at him.

The raven-haired teen climbed to his feet and took off running again, leaping over an over-turned trash can. Another laser beam hit a wall next to him.

"Zim!! What the hell did you do with the people?!" Dib yelled as he rounded a corner, after all he was in the heart of the city, you think someone would be around...amber eyes scanned the dark windows, "Nyah!" he tripped over the curb and fell, the pavement grazing the pale skin of his hands. As he started to pull himself up, cold metal arms flipped him over and pinned him.

"Filthy-Earth worm," Zim sneered, the metal arms from his PAK retracted, until it was merely himself standing over Dib, well plus the giant laser gun in his hands.

"Can we get past the childish insults? Where is everyone? This is a city, there should be people! It's the middle of the afternoon!" Dib said, attempting to kick Zim off.

"How should I know? This is your dream," Zim side-stepped the kick and planted one of his own into Dib's chest. Dib gasped as the air in his lungs was knocked out of him. He scrambled back.

"My dream!? What are you doing in my dream?!" He cried, looking at the alien in horror and disbelief. Red eyes looked unblinkingly into his own, slim shoulders rose and fell as he shrugged.

"Well-g-get out!" Dib said rather shakily, feeling his face grow warm.

"I don't think you want me gone," Zim said, stepping towards him and leaning down until their faces were centimeters apart.

"SHUT UP!"

Dib sat bolt-upright in bed, breathing hard. Third time Zim showed up in his dreams in a row, maybe he was becoming a little bit obsessive? The teen shook his head, flopping back down on the bed, sinking down into the soft sheets. He pulled the covers over his head as if to escape the embarrassing reality.