Dreams of an Outcast

  Some say that the world is but an opportunity, sitting there - waiting to be seized.  That is where the saying, "Seize the day" originates.  To most, this saying is what their everyday life is in accordance with.  For me, it is the reason for my exclusion from the majority of the population.  There is no rhyme or reason for the things that I do, except perhaps, that I want to be different, or even perhaps that I cannot stand people being like me.

  Tortured into believeing that I am useless and untrustworthy, that is exactly what they'll get.  I escaped from the hell that was my home a week ago.  Since then, I have started to have these dreams.  I'm not exactly sure what they are, but they seem so realistic.  For example, 2 nights ago I had this dream and it began like this. . .

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It is early morning, perhaps 7 a.m., the sun has barely risen from it's secret hiding place in the east.  There is a boy and his mother on their way to an unknown destination.  The boy stops her midstride and walks to the opposite side of the walk. 

He bends over and picks a Dandy Lion, the biggest and most yellow one he had ever seen.  He then ran and gave it to his mother.  She simply looked at it and slapped it out of his small child hands.  It is quite evident that she is upset with him and this nonsense of picking flowers and what-not.  If he was going to grow up to be her protector, such trivial things as this should not be bothered with in his every-day life. 

They continue their walk.  But something dreadful is about to happen, the lights grow dim.  Out of the shadow, a masked assailent is unveiled after they pass.  Stepping out from the corridor and he springs onto the mother.  Not only does he take the mothers purse, but he decides that she is too lovely a flower to let go with out stopping to be picked.

"Come on baby, you know you want this!" the man regails.

In the commotion the son is thrown up against the wall, momentarily stunned.  As he comes to, he realizes what is going on.  But should he help her, after all that she has done to him?

"Look at you, you're wet for me already.  You're a dirty whore aren't you?"

He knows what the right decision would be but his anger towards his mother turns from a simmer to a boil.  Why didn't she want his flower?!  How could she be so obtuse?!

"I know just what to do with dirty whores!" the man cackles.

What was that man doing to his mother?!

Finally, his anger is unfurled.  Out of the corner he had been tossed, his eyes glow a deep blue and ancient runed symbols spun around his head.  The would-be rapist and thief is thrown back into the street light, dazing him momentarily by an unseen force.  As the corners of his vision begin to narrow, he feals himself being raised above the ground.  His eyes finally begin to focus in time to see the iconic rune fly from this boy's crown, imbedding it into his forehead, searing it's way to the brain.  A few more seconds pass, and the man lay motionless on the ground, steam escaping from the wound on his forehead. 

"William!  What took you so long?!" screams the mother.

"I don't know." replies the child, "I couldn't harness the power."

"William, you are trained and old enough for that to come to you instinctively!  Why did you hesitate?!"

"I don't know mother.  It won't happen again."

"There's a good boy.  Help me up."

The boy and his mother, then continue their walk...

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 These are the things that I have been dreaming.  How would you react to somethig like that?  You'd wake up sweating in a bed with sheets soaked in your own urine, that's what you'd do.  But me, I put it in the back of my mind, and use this experience as a story for people like you.