You know the feeling of waking up after a particularly vivid dream where
you try to re-orient yourself with discerning between two almost valid
realties? Well, the following dream almost seemed like a sci-fi movie in
This dream didn't have a beginning, and what story really has an end… but
I do want to see a resolution.
You see, my new friend, Xander, has started to get some odd contacts from
some weird guy who called himself, Mollar. These "contacts" were never
direct, but always came through Xander's new girlfriend. It started coming
out that Xander has some sort of power, and we actually witnessed this once
or twice. His skin would turn a dark purple and then he could do some
My best friend, Ian, always seemed to be cool about these events, and
actually had some good suggestions for Xander. He then took us to the
library to do some research on this. We poked around until we found this
oddly-placed comic book about these "purple people" (as we called them) and
how they could do just about anything… even fly.
We began teasing Xander until he started getting bothered and took a swipe
at me. We wrestled for a bit until I had the best of him. I said, "Well, if
he really is one of these super purple people, he should be able to float
in the air." And with that, I threw him into the air and we gasped as he
floated across the library.
Xander had as much of an astonished look as the rest of us, and left us
there in the library with his new girlfriend. We didn't hang out much
after that, and I was afraid he was mad that I exposed him or something,
but I was pretty distracted, as I got a new girlfriend myself.
But my new girlfriend was kind of strange… sort of like she didn't want
to talk about her past or even if she had one. She also would disappear on
One time after she disappeared on me, I thought maybe it was a game, and I
thought I would run out to her car, so I ran down the stairwell from the
library where we were studying. This strange guy was hurrying down the
stairwell behind me, tapping a little rhythm on the railing as he went.
I didn't think much of it until it happened again… she disappeared and I
decided this time I was going to catch her and really hurried down the
stairwell. This time a different person followed me, but he was tapping the
I stopped and confronted the stranger, who seemed quite surprised. I at
first said, go ahead, but he said no, you first.
Then it dawned on me where I had heard that rhythm before, for I remember
that sometimes my friend, Ian would absent-mindedly tap out that rhythm. I
said to the stranger, "Ian … you know you're my best friend, and I will
always love you. And its ok if you're purple."
The stranger then turned a purplish shade and morphed into my friend, Ian.
"Have you been tricking me," I said, "by pretending to be my girlfriend?"
When he acknowledge that he had, I jokingly said, "Well that does explain
why you wouldn't kiss me." I made another obvious joke about being a
purple people eater, which he dead-panned that he had never heard
I asked him how long he knew that he was a purple person, and he said that
his parents noticed the color change whenever he was angry and thought it
was a medical problem, and by reporting it, the local "Tribe" contacted his
parents to arrange training for him to learn to control his powers.
"So, that's why you wanted me to befriend, Xander?" I asked.
He replied, "Yeah, I had suspected that he was a purple who was ignorant of
who he really was. That's why I did the things that I did."
"So why did you pretend to be my girlfriend?"
"You were pretty shaken by the whole ordeal and I felt bad, so I thought I
would just help you find a girlfriend as a distraction from the pain, but
then… Tell you what, wanna go see Xander? You can then meet Mollar and
all the other purple people that are part of the local Tribe."
I was pretty nervous, but figured I should probably meet these overlords as
I was sure they would be taking over the world as I knew it. I just hope
that they would be moral dictators and maybe by being nice they might not
make me their slave.
He took my arm and suddenly we were in another building in a meeting room
of some sort. Xander was in the room on a sofa, so after hooking up, the
three of us were talking like old times. Soon more and more people started
to show up. Ian would introduce me to them, but it seemed like these people
were staring at me as if they were as curious about me as I was them.
I would have assumed that they had seen a mere mortal before, but maybe I
was the first one to ever find out the full truth about their world or
something. Then Mollar came, and he fulfilled my expectations by being
quite guru-ish and all.
He said, "While getting acquainted was our primary reason for having you
meet with us, we do have another agenda in mind as well."
"Great," I thought, "now they will brainwash me into becoming their slave,"
and decided that since they could easily snuff me out, I might as well
voice my concerns, so that is what I said. They all laughed to ease the
"Why would you say that," Mollar said.
"Well, with infinite powers and no one to stop you, I just hope that when
you guys take over the world, you're moral and kind to us mortals."
Mollar said, "Well, actually world domination isn't part of our plans, but
there are people who we consider our enemies. While they have their own
name for themselves, we call them the 'Sikes,' and when they use their
powers, unlike us,their appearance doesn't change."
"Really?" I said, " Are they as powerful as you?"
He replied, "Well, they are powerful, and in some ways more powerful and in
other ways not so much … I guess we have different powers, and perhaps
that is why are at war."
He continued, "And I'm not sure how to say this, but we have reason to
believe that you might be one of them… a Sike who doesn't know who he
I was too shock to even speak, and figured that I would be executed or
"Don't worry," he said, "while they are our enemy, neither side is so
stupid as to assume that this struggle is biologically built into our
systems. Nor are we so bruttish as to kill one of their own just to spite
"Good," I said, "as you probably know, I'm sort of a pacifist when it comes
to things like this."
"Yes, this is another reason why were are so interested. This struggle has
been going on for hundreds of years, without a clear winner, and we want
this conflict resolved… or at least a truce, and we think that perhaps by
giving the Sikes one of their own infants, that perhaps you can be a
mediator for both sides."
He continued, "You will obviously find out more about yourself and be drawn
into the conflict, so in this case, before you find out too much about
either side, you might be in a good position to objectively look at both
This is when I woke up.
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