09-06-2015, 01:46 AM
“If I’m dreaming, shouldn’t my mind just fast-forward through parts like this or something?” Cole asked. He had been walking close to an hour now and the gate he decided to walk towards still looked a far way away. He was still willing to believe that he was dreaming, but the longer he spent walking, the more he thought that maybe this wasn’t a dream. He decided to switch his mind to other things, like how much easier it would be to get to the gate if there was a bus to it or something. It was right then that something occurred to Cole.
”Wait, if this is a dream, then I can make anything happen that I want right?” he thought out loud. He tried to imagine a motorcycle appearing in front of him. If this was a dream, then one was likely to appear in front of him right away. So, when it didn’t, the feeling in the back of his head that this was really happening to him resurfaced. He briefly remembered something that all-white figure from the dream talking about something called Omnilium and using it to make your desires come to life, or something to that effect. He closed his eyes and focused on a picture of a motorcycle, then about thirty seconds later he opened his eyes.
“Nothing,” he said. He tried focusing on it for a minute this time, but when he opened his eyes he still found nothing. With a sigh, he said, “You know what? I’ll figure it out later. Right now, just keep it movin’.”
So, he continued walking and as he did, the thought that he may really have been taken out of his world and placed somewhere else eventually worked its way back to the front of his mind. If it really did happen, what should he do? He may not have talked to his parents much these days, but he still did. And what’s more, Grind City needed him. He and the other Revolutionaries had done so well, getting the gangs of the city locked up and making the streets safer. He was sure the others were doing well enough on their own that he didn't necessarily have to be there, but still, he saw progress being made and he felt like he played a large part in making it happen.
Well, if this turned out to not be a dream, Plan A would be to figure out a way to get back to Grind City. If a Plan B is necessary, he would think of that when the time comes.
”Wait, if this is a dream, then I can make anything happen that I want right?” he thought out loud. He tried to imagine a motorcycle appearing in front of him. If this was a dream, then one was likely to appear in front of him right away. So, when it didn’t, the feeling in the back of his head that this was really happening to him resurfaced. He briefly remembered something that all-white figure from the dream talking about something called Omnilium and using it to make your desires come to life, or something to that effect. He closed his eyes and focused on a picture of a motorcycle, then about thirty seconds later he opened his eyes.
“Nothing,” he said. He tried focusing on it for a minute this time, but when he opened his eyes he still found nothing. With a sigh, he said, “You know what? I’ll figure it out later. Right now, just keep it movin’.”
So, he continued walking and as he did, the thought that he may really have been taken out of his world and placed somewhere else eventually worked its way back to the front of his mind. If it really did happen, what should he do? He may not have talked to his parents much these days, but he still did. And what’s more, Grind City needed him. He and the other Revolutionaries had done so well, getting the gangs of the city locked up and making the streets safer. He was sure the others were doing well enough on their own that he didn't necessarily have to be there, but still, he saw progress being made and he felt like he played a large part in making it happen.
Well, if this turned out to not be a dream, Plan A would be to figure out a way to get back to Grind City. If a Plan B is necessary, he would think of that when the time comes.