The mind is a wonderful thing.
I’ve grown to believe that in our first waking moments from a deep sleep, when you wake up, that our mind is at its most creative point. It’s that moment when you wake up, and you’re starting to feel hungry, or already are, or that point where you have that headache and that hole in your stomach telling you it is time to eat something. I think that is the physical starting point of fasting, and for some reason, it makes your mind race and more creative and totally awake. I think there’s some truth to that for I was reading somewhere that when you eat, your stomach becomes full, and then all the blood rushes to your stomach, leaving your head, and making your mind sleepy.
Well, just before I woke up from my deep sleep, and in the minutes I spent in bed, rolling around in the vestiges of early wake, I was having this dream that I was a person in another world. This is that world.
I was in our world, or another one just like it, but it was in the future. Maybe not far, but long enough, that the next generation of kids (or 2nd even) grew up with special abilities. Something we have in the “real” world comes back to bite us in the worst way. We spend these one or two generations trying to deal with it. There is a civil war during that time but it is world-wide, between societies based on wealth, and racism based on genetic purity.
There are some positives. Travel has become somewhat easier for the very rich, and flying machines have started to become commonplace.
My dream self lived in this time.
I was born in a futuristic city that was the second or third wave of children born. Other than the few flying cars I could see, everything in a city still “looked the same” although, a little bit darker and greyer due to current fads (not necessarily because of pollution). The children that were born in this generation were special in that some of them had “powers”.
The military, of course, took most of these kids in, due to a nationwide government directive, and “drafted” them into government “service”. Most of them were guinea pigs, but a select few, those that survived the scrutinization and poking and prodding, were able to join a highly selective group.
I had a machine in my house that was sent to me. My mother opened its containing box, and it began shooting out what looked like blood and stuff everywhere. It was actually a levitating holographic projector that had started malfunctioning, and my friend was able to get it under control. That’s when I learned about his ability. He also found out about mine because I was the source of random malfunctions everywhere (flickering lights, the crazy machine, ATMs going berserk). My powers just suddenly kicked in when I hit 16-17, and this went on for some time, and luckily , my friend happened to be over at the time that the projector went haywire.
He was part of some gang. He was a couple years older; non-descript mostly. Dark hair, wore a black bandana, grayish military-padded clothing. All of his friends dressed like that, post-modern battlefield-punk. He had a short-black-haired girlfriend, that had a few kids, and was kind to me. He took me to some rally they had because he wanted me to join. It was a huge social gathering in some kind of garage or abandoned concrete building. There were a lot of families there, the parents mostly my age. He used to be in the military, but got out. He never said much about it, and no one dared to ask.
My friend was trying to get me to join his gang because I had some minor abilities. He and his girlfriend’s abilities were actually quite strong. And I thought she was just a young mother with kids.
Unfortunately, just after he took me outside for a few minutes to show me something about what was going on in the city, and to talk to me about what the rally was really about, I fully woke up…