Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/30/2016
By Ecnelis_Lataf
I can’t remember too much of it. Just bits and pieces. I awoke today at about 7:08am with a start. My alarm didn’t even go off yet. I had dreamt myself in a world similar to that of the X-Men but there were no schools to learn how to control our gifts. We were all in hiding. Someone, who was similar to me, found me. I can’t remember the gift I had but I did actually have one. A very subtle one. I was talking with an older man who had a gift that made him immortal. He said there was a place underground that he and some friends had gone once that made a person’s gift easily controlled. It was a government facility. He told me I should never believe anyone who tries to take me there and that I shouldn’t let anyone like me go there. The older man seemed sad and lost in thoughts. I took a breath and then asked him to explain why. “Many years ago, just a little before your parents were probably even born, my friends and I believed someone who took us there.” the man told me. He looked at me, but it was more like he was looking through me. “We were fools. Hatchet, Marx, Soper, and I. All of us were fools for believing them.” “So what happened?” I asked him. He looked at me, as if suddenly remembering I was there, and said, “Like I said, it was many years ago. The government had just found out about our kind. The Gifted Ones that is. They were being very discreet about finding us too.” * * * * Suddenly it was like I was seeing the story. See, my gift allowed me to see the past once someone opened up their mind enough. There was the old man, only he was quite young now. Probably late 20‘s to early 30‘s area. His friends Hatchet, Marx, and Soper were all with him and about the same age. The four of them were in an alleyway smoking cigars and horsing around. If I were to guess I’d say this was the late ‘50s to early ‘60s just from their clothes. I wasn’t 100% certain though. “Yo Marx, how bout a game?” the old man/young man said. A young man with silver eyes, blond hair, and lightly tanned skin looked at him and grinned. I assumed this to be Marx. “Depends on the game.” Marx told him. His voice was icy, and he reminded me much of a snake that was toying with its prey. “I think you know what game. One the four of us have played before.” the old/young man answered calmly. Another one of his buddies, a very quiet one, gave a nervous glance to Marx. Suddenly he seemed to be on edge. He had brown/black hair, fair skin, and light brown eyes. “Soper, you want in?” Marx asked this young man. Soper, the one on edge, shook his head. “This isn’t my style. I don’t like that game.” The last of the group, a red head with pale skin and dark green eyes, raised a brow at Soper. I assumed him to be Hatchet. “Really now? When did that start?” Soper just got quiet and gave a nervous glance towards Marx again. * * * * I was pulled back into the present as I stared at the old man. He sighed and looked up at the night sky above us. “So what happened next?” I asked him. He pulled out a cigar and lit it, taking a drag or two off of it before continuing. “The feds found us.” “Found you?” “Yeah. They found us and took us away to that place I told you about before. The one where you can control your gifts.” “How’d they find you?” “Our stupid game.” “The game you mentioned before?” “The very one.” * * * * Once again I was sucked into the past as a simple observer. Marx, Hatchet, Soper, and the old/young man. They were tracking a happy couple as the couple wandered the street at night. Hatchet had an impish grin on his face as he whistled and walked over to the couple. “Pardon me but do either of you know the way to centera street from here?” he asked them politely and calmly. As if he wasn’t plotting something. “Centera street?” the woman asked him. “Yeah. I was told it was somewhere in Brooklyn but I’ve been all over this place and can’t find it at all.” Hatchet explained with an embarrassed smile. “Well there’s your problem. You’re in Manhattan.” the man told him. “Well how about that?” Hatchet said, really playing the embarrassed act. “Any chance I can show you a trick as a thank you for helping me out?” The couple exchanged glances with each other, nervous glances. “I’ve always loved a good trick.” the woman told him. Suddenly I saw Marx make a little sparkling ball appear in his hand and he tossed it right behind the couple. Close enough to where it went off behind the woman’s feet. Frightening her and angering the man. * * * * I got pulled into a different part of the past. The quartet was running from some men in uniforms. I assumed them to be the feds that had been mentioned earlier. One caught Soper who just rubbed his fingertips against the man’s hand and suddenly he was let go. Soper ran to catch up with the others. * * * * A new scene change and the group is in a small room. It’s got dim lighting and a couple of bunk beds. Almost looks like a jail cell. “You boys are in trouble now.” a uniformed man tells them from behind the door. “We were just having a bit of fun.” Marx says in a cool tone. “You’re fun hurt those people. Innocent people.” the man said. Soper is shaking where he sits. The old/young man is next to him trying to get him to calm down. Hatchet just scoffs at the uniformed man while Marx paces the room. * * * * I get sucked back into the present and stare wide-eyed as a horror hits me. “That’s correct kid. They killed my buddies. Soper and I almost escaped them, but they found him. Said that the gift he had was too powerful and shot him in the head.” the old man told me as he took a final drag off the cigar and stomped it out. “Then, how did you escape?” I asked him. “My gift was that I couldn’t age, and I could never forget. I knew how to get out of that place. I knew how to lay low. I live for my friends.” * * * * I was sucked into the past one last time to see the feds kill off Soper and then awoke from the dream completely.