11. Nightmares

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After school, I went home. I went because that way I can think about what to say to my father. In my opinion, it's funny that I basically always have the same dream. And that for many years. But maybe it is normal after all? I looked at my phone and notice that my father asked where I was staying for so long. "I'm out walking. A bit of exercise before sitting at a desk for hours again is good too. "I put my phone back in my pocket. I saw something again, another one of those new aliens. I tried to ignore it. This only half worked, unfortunately, because I still saw the alien kill someone and turns into that person. I felt nauseous. I thought I could control my powers, but I thought wrong. This realization kind of messed me up. What if I lost control of my dangerous powers again? What if I hurt people, worst of all those close to me? I can't allow myself to let my powers be guided by feelings. I hope that telling my father about my dreams will do some good, so it should, and he was the Sorcerer Supreme. If anyone knows magic, it's probably him. Besides, he's my father, he should know. Maybe it's something dangerous. I was so deep in thought that I was startled when a portal opened in front of me. "Where have you been for so long? I was starting to get worried. School stopped at 4:00 p.m. for you. It's now quarter to five (4:45 p.m.). " It was my father who spoke to me. "I have to tell you something ...", "Come inside for the first time, it's cold .... aren't you cold?". I realized only then how cold I actually was. Today was one of those days when you just want to lie down in the warm bed and sleep, or rather do anything but go to school ... or tell your father about the dreams you've had since you disappeared. So I walked through the portal into the hallway of our house. I took off my jacket and shoes and put on my soft slippers. "So, you want to tell me something? ...", my father asked with a worried look. He looks at me as if he already guessed what I want to tell him. "Yeah, ever since, or rather just before, you disappeared through the blib, I've been having nightmares more and more often. The thing about it is that these dreams represent the Blib, that is, your disappearance and the days that followed. At the beginning of each of these nightmares, you go to me and tell me about the Blib and stuff. My reaction is always the same, too. I don't get picked up by Natasha though, I always get picked up by others. Once I was <<adopted>> by the Red Room and the other time by Odin. Is it perhaps a sign? If so, what does it mean?". I stopped talking and looked him in the eyes, I saw the fear in his eyes. I think he realized how his disappearance had affected me. But he also looked like he thought he had failed in his father role and in his role as protector of his only one. Silence. I heard a loud sigh of relief on his part. "I think I can halfway reassure you. Dreams are not just dreams, but gateways to other universes. Everything you dream is happening right now in another universe. However, what universe you see in your dream is controlled to some extent by your mind." I feel liberated. I now know why I dream these things. Not only that, but I can't believe that all dreams in another universe are true. That means the dreams, too, with lots of unicorns, fairies, and stuff. I am fascinated. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

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