Dream Time - SuperJer Forum

aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5042
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I had a dream with an impressive plot twist.

I was a spy for a sort of global criminal organization. One of those James Bond type organizations except without silly giant lasers and ridiculous henchmen. We still had an evil island headquarters though. We were pretty much just making money illegally and occasionally assassinating people. Of course, in James Bond fashion, there was a super-spy and a secret government task force out to stop us.

The super-spy's codename was Idea. I never found out her real name. She was tall, beautiful and a total badass. Everywhere she went our schemes fell into disarray. I have fond memories of escaping from one of my organization's secret mountain bases just before she blew it up. I believe that occurred in Switzerland. As time went on I noticed more and more that although she had impressive combat skills and a tactical mind, nearly endless resources, and competent allies her most potent weapon was luck. Buildings would crash down around her and leave her unscratched, while crushing her enemies. That sort of thing.

My organization's evil board of directors decided to lay a trap for her. We leaked information about our secret island headquarters while at the same time we moved our important assets elsewhere. Our plan was to set an ambush for her there, which I was the leader of, and if we failed we'd blow up the entire island and her with it. For once, everything seemed to be falling into place for us. She came to the island alone, and after a short chase we managed to corner her up against a cliff. Before I finished raising my gun to shoot her I was already worried because of the grin on her face. My handgun was freed from my grasp by means of a sniper bullet, and my team was immediately shot dead by special forces hiding in the forest around us. She knew who I was, and knew that I had information. As a last ditch effort I activated the detonator to destroy the island and with it both of us. Quite unpredictably, it did not function. She told me she had already disarmed the bomb.

This... this was not possible. Not even just villain yelling "IMPOSSIBLE!" kind of impossible. It was really, actually and totally impossible. I had just set the bomb and walked out of the only entrance to the base to meet her as she came in from the beach. My people were watching her the whole time. Maybe someone else could have disarmed the bomb, but it certainly wasn't her. I mentioned my revelation to her, and to my surprise, she looked just as confused as I was. She then looked as though she had just come upon a most horrifying realization. At that moment the world began to fade away. Everyone and everything except her slowly turned dark and disappeared. She fell unconscious and to the non-existent floor. At the same time she inexplicably lost a decade of age. She had been in her late twenties before and now looked like she was about eighteen.

A new world formed around us. A small, poorly lit world. Even with only morning light coming through a covered window I could tell this was a teenage girl's room. Cluttered posters of sexy men and cosmetic messiness. Idea was in what appeared to be her bed, just stirring to wake up. It then occurred to me that I had not traveled through time, and that this wasn't some ridiculous plot to extract information from me. Everything had been her dream. It made perfect sense. She was the center of everything and her luck really was a thing of fantasy. The only thing that didn't fit is that I didn't disappear with the fantasy. My suit was even still a little sandy from being on the island.

I was at a complete loss for action or words. I had no immediate reason to kill her anymore, as she clearly wasn't an actual super-spy... and the criminal organization I worked for didn't even exist. I tried desperately to think of what I should do in this situation when Idea's yelp of surprise brought me to full attention. She was just as surprised to see me as I was to exist. My impulsive instinct was to shoot her and run away, and my back-up handgun had come out of the dream with me. I did not do this though. My curiosity was a strong deterrent. Also one has to be very determined to go through with the shooting a of a pretty, unarmed girl in her underwear. I was greedy evil, not psychopath evil. Then she started screaming, I guess she was at a loss for rational action in this irrational situation as well. I instinctively pulled out my gun and pointed it at her, but this only made her scream incoherently and interject phrases like "don't shoot me" and "he's got a gun".

Before I could put the gun away, which I now felt foolish for bothering to point at her, her parents burst in through her door. They angrily asked me who the fuck I was. I responded truthfully by telling them I didn't know because she didn't think up a name for me. The father, armed with a .45, clearly believed me to be armed and insane and fired at me. With apparent success I dove out of the way and fired back. I was an excellent marksman in Idea's imagination, and that didn't change here. I was quite sure I had put a bullet in both her parent's brains, regardless of how tangled I was with Idea after having dived in the direction far less likely to receive bullets. Despite this, her father continued to be alive and point a gun at me. I fired again with no effect. I paused with confusion and her parents paused with hesitation. I suppose Idea preferred to be alone in bed, and she unceremoniously dumped me on the floor. Now clear of accidental daughter shooting tragedies, Idea's father shot at me. His weapon also seemed to be firing blanks. I leapt up and threw a punch at him, which he was too inept to step out of the way of, and I found myself stumbling on the other side of him.

Apparently I had been reduced to being Idea's imaginary friend. Except I was more an imaginary enemy... and everyone else could see me... and I could touch her. I also seemed to be able to interact with physical objects in a frustratingly arbitrary manner. I did not pass through her bed or the floor I was standing on, but I did pass through his clothes as I passed through him . It was like a poorly written movie and I found it to be most irritating. Her father turned around to look for me, after I had got all up in his face and disappeared from his perspective. I attempted to grab the gun out of his hand, and much to my surprise, it actually worked! I was pretty sure I could really shoot him with this gun. Luckily for Idea's family structure and income, I realized he had no way of harming me before I decided to shoot him.

Sadly, I remember almost nothing after this point, as people wouldn't quit distracting me from writing this. There was something about a war going on with aliens which turned out to really be between God and the Devil. I was the only one unaffected by the devil's evil powers because I wasn't real or some shit like that. Also I'm pretty sure I sexually assaulted Idea in a bathroom at some point... while her friends were there. Hey, it was her fault I was evil. Shut up.

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2010 Oct 4 at 06:07 UTC