So, this dream I had last night...seriously out of nowhere. I should start writing this stuff down more often, and email the proof off to comic book writers. Wouldn't that be fun to read what I think in my sleep. It'd be the coolest deja vu ever.
OKAY! So...
I'm some kind of secret departmental government suit...pencil skirt, heels, red lipstick, smoke breaks, hair pulled back as tight as it goes; the whole works.
I would like to think my official job title was something along the lines as Field Agent for the Assessment of Individuals with Unique Abilities...but there's got to be a cooler way of saying that. Suggestions wanted!
My current assignment was interviewing/assessing/categorizing the abilities of an individual by the name, Tye Allen Grims. All I was told by my supervisor was that I may want to wear ear plugs while interviewing him, and have a marquee telling me what his answers were following my questions. But I'm not one to cause a fuss, so I didn't see the point in potentially making Grims uncomfortable, and demanding things from the Special Equipment's Department. So, I went in ignoring his suggestions.
I went through a list of basic questions: "How would you describe your abilities?" "Have you had them since birth?" "Are you a citizen of the United States?" "Is your presence here legal?" "Can you prove it?" "Date of birth..." Yeah, that shit.
Before I knew it, he wasn't actually answering any of my questions by speaking...but I just seemed to know the answers seconds after the words left my mouth. So, I categorized his abilities as telepathic.
He "told" me that his abilities were fully realized after the "accident" when he was 7...but halfway through inquiring about the accident...my head started throbbing and I began to hear music in my head. Something along the lines of "another version of the truth: kronos & enrique gonzalez müller" off of Nine Inch Nails' album, Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D.
I felt like I was dying of a migraine, and then the flashbacks started spiraling in...layered on top of one another, and like bullet trains colliding the temples. Everything I was seeing felt against my will, but pleasant, like I was being taken on a tour...but still incredibly painful. I wanted it to stop, and could tell I was crying...and screaming, but just wanted to know what would be shown next.
I don't remember much of the flashbacks, mainly flashes of color and peoples' faces...but I remember specifically that I had been shown meeting all of the Trippers for the first time last summer. Ian's pleasant hug, Kathy's smile at the airport, Dan's firm yet endearing handshake despite his height, Greg's disinterest in me completely, and Craig's hug practically lifting me off the ground. I had no idea why they came one after another...but the last image surprised me because I knew instantly it hadn't happened yet. It was something in the future.
It was you...standing at the foot of the Chalet "death stairs" with your hands in your pockets, silently waiting with a small smile forming. I was in the bedroom on the left...about to cross into the bathroom, until I realized someone standing there. I turned, smiled, and got down the steps as fast as I could...completely jumping off of the third to last step. You barely caught me, managing to keep your balance.
Then, I came to...releasing the tension in my fingers, to find the finger nail marks I left in my forehead.
Grims stood up from his chair across the table...and simply said (with his mouth this time), "I'm sorry, but I had no way else to describe it...show you. (pause) Unfortunately, I've shared "my abilities" by showing you...and the headaches get worse from here on out. So, you probably won't be strong enough to jump as you saw...and we haven't invented pain meds strong enough yet. Feel free to have me exterminated...I pray for it every day."
Then, I started crying...
And woke up, feeling...rather CONFUSED.
Talk about STRANGE, right?
I still don't know what his "accident" was at age 7, and that's the only part that bothers me. WEIRD!
I'm guessing it's a mix of impatience, excitement, and all the plots stored in my brain from my comic book fad back in college.
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