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The Dreamer
The robber fled down the ally as fast as his legs could carry him. Clutched in his hand lay the black bag into which he stuffed the money and jewels he had just stolen. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as each foot hit the pavement. His breath was labored but he had to keep running. His only mistake was that he had lingered too long. The pounding footsteps in hot pursuit behind him gave him that inclination.
The police officer ran just as fast, or as fast as he could, after the criminal. He too had quickened breath and pounding heart. Over his labored breath he would call when he could for the man to stop. That didn’t happen no matter how hard he tried. That only seemed to make the man run away faster. Both men were growing tired of this cat and mouse game.
The robber made a sudden sharp turn and bolted down an even narrower alleyway. This caught the officer off guard. By the time he had reached the entrance, his suspect was out of sight. He let out a groan and an oath, visibly aggravated. He paused as that thought of heading back to the squad car to call this in ran through his mind.
The officer was obviously a foolish man and not quite as bright as he let on. A large dumpster was all it took to hide the crook. When all was quiet, or as quiet as city streets could be, the man crept out with caution. He carefully checked out his surroundings, not wanting to get caught this far into the game. In a few fleeting seconds he gave himself a moment of silent triumph.
But that triumph was short lived. As he turned to walk, fast of course, down the ally, a fog seemed to lie before him. Standing amidst the swirling gray was what appeared to be a woman. The suspect froze. The woman’s garb, of what he could see of it as she moved towards him, was rather old fashioned. He had only seen anything like this in the costume of a fairytale mage. Her eyes glowed in a tempting way. This look sent shivers down his spine, sending his nerves into twitches.
“You…you were in my dream last night…” The woman smirked, never ceasing her ghost like walk towards him.
“I was. It seems you didn’t listen to me.” With that, in a voice too ethereal to be real, she sprang upon him, her cloak rippling with the fog in toe. The man let out a cry of shock. Soon…silence.
The weary officer paused at the end of the first ally into which he had chased his now lost criminal. The cry caught him off guard. He watched the silent ally for moments, contemplating if he should see what that noise was about. He thought against it though. He had to report to the station first about the loose criminal.
When he turned, a fog was slowly dissipating from the squad car. The officer rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t really make heads of tails of what was going on. A shadow in the back of the car caught his attention. He pulled his gun from the holster again and approached the rear doors of the car. He paused. The shadow was unmoving. He threw open the door and pointed his gun towards the figure.
Sitting, unconscious in the back of his squad car, a silver rope tied around his wrists and ankles, was the robber the cop had just been pursuing. The officer scratched his head in disbelief. He placed his gun away and looked around, a reflection in the rear window catching his attention. He turned and saw a strange looking woman standing in the fog.
“Tell your Captain that the Dreamer says hello.” Those were all the words she spoke before she and the fog disappeared. The officer smiled and got into his car, ready to head back to HQ.
I was dead before I was even born. Have you ever heard those stories about how some people have died for a few moments? Well, I am one of them. But the thing is, I wasn’t even out of my mother’s womb when it happened. It was an emergency birthing. Just as my mother began contractions a great pain had overwhelmed her, I somehow died. Some may find it weird that I can remember all of this. I just smile. I’ve always been able to know. My mind is very open. More open then those supposed psychics.
You see, when they pulled me from my mother, I had no pulse, no breath, and I was a bit cold. The doctors were shocked really. They didn’t even pick up on their machines that the babe was not “alive”. Well, my mother began to cry. She said that the utter pain she had as the contractions began was me dying. I, on the other hand, heard all this. I was swimming in my own little mind like a tiny lost fish. But I still saw what was going on. I saw myself being held in the arms of the doctor. My vision was water blurred. A sudden realization then came over me. I was in my mother’s mind.
It was in that moment that we both realized I wasn’t going to be a normal child. Mother realized that the extra feeling inside her wasn’t her own… but yet it was also a part of her. She let out a gasp and the babe started to cry. The doctor’s were completely stunned. Everyone was clamoring, exclaiming that the child could not possibly be alive. I turned my soft little head to my mom and she smiled. We both knew. I was a Dream Walker.
Mother had heard of them before. They were special people who had strange powers while born traumatically. They traveled in the fog and could control it, hiding them when on this plane of existence. But the name Dream Walker comes from their main ability. They appear in dreams. You won’t recognize them when and if you see them naturally on the street. Their appearance is always different, more surreal to the real life. Many have been noted to appear to those who are up to no good. They give warnings of what was to come. Dream Walkers are in a way like psychics, able to see the future the night before.
I honed my skills as I got older for a more useful purpose. The city Mom and I lived in wasn’t quite too good. When I was a senior in high school I came to the conclusion that I was going to help this city. I didn’t want to have to have my kids growing up as I did. That was if I ever had kids. I worked on tuning my senses to pick up those who were up to no good like the Dream Walkers of old. The first time I was able to get into the crook’s mind, I was shocked at my own appearance. Dream Walkers just get appearances according to their soul. We don’t pick what we look like. I liked my appearance. It was an old style and very… mythical.
It is said that the crooks don’t believe the Dream Walkers. They just say it is a dream and nothing more. So, when the crook goes to do his evil deed, the Dream Walker will know. They turn to their form and disappear into the fog, their friend and shield. The cops always somehow lose the criminals that the Dream Walkers get pulled to. Oh well. The next thing that the criminal knows is the fog and a form within the fog. We then knock them out and secure them. Sometimes we leave them outside the police station or we end up putting them back into the squad car. Either way, we then disappear back to our normal lives.
I went outside the box a bit more. I went to the Captain of the city police and spoke with him in my form. He was scared but we soon grew a nice friendship. He knows me as the Dreamer. I help him clean this city, our city. By day I’m a writer. I stay at home and shell out poetry, novellas, anything. It isn’t a great amount of pay but it gets me through life. Mom’s gone now but I still can see her. I rarely get any sleep. And when I do, mom is there to sing me away to my own dreams. Well, that is until I get the prickling of a dream I have to pay visit to.
“The Dreamer says hello…”
 ~The~Blackest~Rose~ · Sat Aug 06, 2011 @ 06:43am · 0 Comments |
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