Lately, I’ve been having weird dreams. Stressful ones. Fun filled ones. Ones that don’t even make sense. Yet, one dream I had was pretty adventurous and I’ll probably save it as a story idea. I wanted to share it with you.
I was at a college of sorts. There was a cafeteria, classrooms, high nosed teachers, the works. My brother was also there. He and I were walking to an event in the dark of the school parking lot. When suddenly, I got attacked by a figure cloaked in black. Thankfully, I was somehow able to beat the poor guy up before my brother even realized what happened. The guy scurried off and my brother and I continued to the event–it was a carnival of sorts. We were having fun, but somehow we got separated. I was approached by one of the high-nosed teachers. I got the sense the guy I beat up told his people what happened. The teacher had another student with him, a girl with dark hair in a ponytail.
Turns out, she had powers.
I quickly learned this high-nosed teacher was a part of a secret organization bent on controlling people with powers like the ponytailed girl. We had no choice but to go through a couple dangerous tests–or rather obstacle courses. I didn’t have any powers, but I guess beating up that cloaked guy in the parking lot proved I had potential.
At the end of one of the courses, we were given a three minute breather. The girl with powers fell to her knees and wept. She was upset she had powers. She hated how they made her so alone. Everyone only ever wanted to use her. Several others and I just watched her cry. I felt for her. I grabbed her to give her a hug and she wept on my shoulder. From that moment on, we were friends.
I’d definitely say our lives improved with our friendship. She was weird, under her powers. Very dorky and a bit socially awkward, but she had a spark that could embolden anyone. We did what we could to resist the secret society, but they soon realized she had a weakness. We got away from them once, but it didn’t last. We were captured and they told her to use her powers for their devices or I might end up losing a couple fingers and toes. For her sake, I helped the secret society to. We both did terrible things. We suffered together. The secret society started seeing value in my skills too. Until they realized I wasn’t retaining the evil ideals they were trying to teach–my act of rebellion. They learned it was better to keep me and my friend apart.
I learned what I could about this secret society. They weren’t a brute force organization. They liked mind games. They tricked people, and mind-controlled people. They come off as proper and honest, but are really cold, rotten villains at the core.
And, they believed in magic.
People can apparently have special abilities, so why not have magic and dimension hopping be a thing too?
I may have rebelled against one too many times, because the next thing I know, the high-nosed teacher who was my handler dropped me off in a canyon where they kept the dragons they captured from other dimensions. First it’s enslaving me and my friend and now it’s dragon-abuse?
My friend needed my help. They were probably going to try and put her through some painful experimental process of extracting her powers. I had no idea where she was, or even where I was. All I knew was that I had dragons to face–and hopefully free–and my friend to find. All without dying, of course.
It was only a dream. My friend and I didn’t know each other very long. She was actually pretty dangerous to be around. Her emotions triggered her powers and I still couldn’t peg down what she could do. She had some strange quirks and let’s face it, her social skills needed work. Everyone else who saw her weeping that day at the obstacle course looked away, but she needed a friend.
And so did I.
nikki diekemper 