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Dreams can be a wonderful thing. They bring joy to a man when he lost all. They give ambition to those with no calling. But not all dreams are good. Some you wish you could forget. Others tell a story about yourself; a story you didn’t know you had. May it is to grief over your failures. Maybe a fear of change, or lack of change. It is amazing how much a dream call tell about us. A story if you will. Sometimes it’s a story you didn’t even know you had. Would you like to hear it?

No?

Then explain to me how you’re going to get out of that chair?

That’s what I thought.

It started off with me walking down a street. Then all the sudden I lose all control of my body. Without any impute form myself, my body moves around and goes directly for a specific person walking down the street. A person I have never seen before. Then without warning, I yelled the phase you’re one of them and spray them with a purple gas from a spray can I didn’t even know I had. The person simply falls over like a lifeless doll. From there on I just wait, wait until a man dress in black arrives. We never said anything to each other. I just give him the body over and he drives off in an unmark vehicle.

Then I just seem to continue my day as if this never happened. However what I never understood is how it felt has if I was truly there. It felt like a memory in fact. A false memory form the day before I had the dream. The only difference is how I kidnap someone. It wasn’t like any other dream I ever had. At first I thought that I was over stress and maybe needed to relax more. It seem to have work at first but the dream came back. It came back but this time the place was different, the victim was different and the man in black was different. Yet the same events continued. And the dreams continued over and over again. There was no end to it.

For weeks on end I keep having it. Nothing I did actually stop the dreams. So I just started to pretend like the dream never happened. Maybe if I just pretended like it was just my imagination and there was nothing wrong with me it would be better right? Even if I was going horrible things like use to kidnapped those people by taking away my control over my body.

Do you have any idea why someone would be so cruel to control my body like that?

Oh right, I forgot. I cut your vocals cords to prevent you from screaming. It does make a good listener at least.

Now where was I?

Even if the dreams wouldn’t stop, I did do my best to ignore it. I simply continued my life like nothing was wrong. It wasn’t perfect but I did fool myself to pretend that it was just a dream. Even if it felt like I was doing those things. Even if it didn’t feel like a dream but a memory. But it had to be just my imagination. It didn’t matter how real the dream felt like. Dreams couldn’t real right?

You know where this is going do you?

Well on one night, I had the same dream, no surprise. But this time I recognize the victim. It was my best friend. I’ve known him ever since kindergarten. There was no one else I would rather spend my day with. But has the dream started, I knew that it wasn’t going to end well. Just us hanging out playing video games when he wanted to show me something. I believe it was his arm but let’s be honest, I wasn’t focusing at that moment. I don’t even remember him showing me anything during the day but let here I was.

I mercilessly spray him with the same purple gas before he even could react to what I did. I scream in terror has I watch my best friend fall on the ground. But I did not scream, I stood silent has I drag his body away. I wanted to run away disgrace of what I’ve done, I wanted come at his side and plea for my forgiveness but I did none of those things. I just drag him until I meet with the man in black again. The horrible things I wanted to do at this man. The countless number of people he force me to kidnap, yet I just handle him my own friend without any hesitation.

That I just return to the game console like nothing happened. I just help a man to kidnap my best friend and let him get away with it. Of course, it didn’t end there. No, my friend came back. Somehow, within a few minutes, he came back and sit next to me.

Unbelievable right?

Ever since that day my mind been going crazy. I felt has if I kidnap my friend, but he was still there. I couldn’t understand. How could I understand? The dream felt too real to be simply a dream yet it never happened. It had consumed my life. I couldn’t tell anymore what was real and what wasn’t. I started to isolate myself from my friends and family, I rarely left my room, I didn’t talk to anyone. I feared that something similar would happened to them. I even started to walk with my head down when in public. It even effective my sleep. I couldn’t sleep well anymore. There were some nights I simply stayed awake instead of expiring the dream.

Has a short term solution, it did solve the dream problem. My dreams have becoming far less frequent. Alas, the dreams still continued. Worse yet is how I started to question when the dreams started. I was falling asleep almost everywhere at this point and the line between reality and fiction became more and more blurry. There was times where I felt like if I was switching between the real world and the dream world without the need to fall asleep. Quiet terrifying if you ask me. Not knowing when you will kidnap something.

Weeks must of pass with the same scenario. I can’t quiet remember at this point. But what I do remember is one specific dream I had. It was the usual, had a dream in school, and help kidnap a person. This time however, I was in the bathroom.

Now why is that relevant you ask?

I got a chance to look at myself at the mirror. The first thing I notice was my eyes. I notice how my eyes have turned into a lifeless gray color instead of its beautiful natural brown. Horrifying couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. However, I was capable to notice someone else has well. The spray can. The purple gas can that I’ve been in possession, yet had never find it outside of my dreams. I saw myself take the spray can and put it in my right pocket. You can bet that the first I did when I woke up was to check my pants. And sure enough there it was. The first proof that my dreams were true after all.

I do have to ask if you have any idea of how they could make us hid this from ourselves? You can clearly see that the can isn’t that small to hide it.

Guess you need those vocal cords to answer me.

Moving on.

What I was sure although, was fear. Fear that what I was afraid actually happened. But I that moment, I knew I needed to do something. I needed to stop the dream.

I had decided to run back home instead of risking the chance to cause any more trouble. I finally learn what those dreams where, but at the same time it was something I hope that wasn’t true. I was a danger to the people around me, and I need to stay away from everybody. I knew that I need to gather my things back home and run away from civilization. I may have very little survival skills but that was my plan.

Or at least it was the plan.

My friend had follow me from school. The same friend I had kidnap. He has arrive right before I could leave my house, trying to stop me. I will admit that I wasn’t fully thinking logically here. I was afraid to repeat history, so I want to the kitchen and grab the first knife I saw. It did cause some problems of its own. We did start to scream at each other, both trying to stabilize the situation but it went know.

Next thing to have happened was my sister coming down. I can’t remember why she stayed at home on that day but there she was. However; there was something odd about her. Something that didn’t seem right. Someone that had force me into one of those dreams.
This time, I wasn’t the only one. My friend was also doing like me. He scream you’re one of them like I did and he took out another spray can.

I wasn’t the only one.

There are more like me. More sleepers. More people that lose control of their bodies. I felt defeated, like there was nothing I could do.

That was only a small part of me.

Angry build quickly within me. I wanted revenge on the people that cause this. I wanted revenge at the man in black. And I was not going to allow him to win again. It was for my shake, my sister’s shake and my friend shake. Slowly my right hand regain my command, then it continued though out my arm. With my free arm I grab my other arm and hold it for has long has I could. My nails even cut my skin at this point, but I didn’t care. I could feel my body again. I could take control. But this wasn’t enough.

Although my knife had fall on the ground, there was still more within my reach. I did not hesitate and use it to stab myself with. Maybe I wasn’t think too well but the more the pain spread, the more I could control my left arm. Then has the pain continued to the rest of my body, I regain more and more control.

Want to see the scars?

No?

I understand. You’re here for the story, not the presentation after all.

By the end, I was in full control. I may have had knife wounds all over my body, but I did not care; I was a free man. Of course, there was still a problem at hand. My friend had successfully knock my lovely sister and he was waiting for the man in black, like I always have before. Now I had to free my best friend. He needed to be free to. And I did it in the only way I knew how to.

I stab my best friend in my own house. I stab him until he could be free. Unfortunately, I didn’t take into consideration what stabbing someone actually does. I didn’t think I could possibly end my friend life. Yet I did. I stab him to death. I killed him. I killed him when I was trying to save him.

Maybe if I had given more of a though I wouldn't of done that.

But then again, it wasn’t fully my fault.

If it wasn’t for the man in black, this never would have happened. This was all of his fault. I wanted to get my revenge at him. I wanted to find him. But instead of that, he found me. Like every other time; he arrived to pick up the victim. He wasn’t pleased with the sheet of me and my friend. But then again I don’t think he had much time to think about it anyway. I jump on him before he could even move. I had stab him open and killed before he even hit the ground.

Don’t look at me like that. He deserved to die.

However, when I was done. No more was I a slave. I wasn’t a sleeper anymore, but a sleepless. I was finally awake. For the first time in my life I felt like I was alive. I could now see the world with open eyes. I now knew what so many was trying to hind and I was not going to sit back while my people continued to be abuse.

Of course, I was a bit confuse at first. I mean I just killed two people. That wasn’t going to change the world. Not to mention that I had no way of finding more man in black or sleepers. And my sister was still on the ground. Alive but unconscious. What was I to do?

That’s when that creature appeared.

Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s the entire point of why I’ve been capturing those poor people.

I had no idea what she was called, but I knew that she was trying to calm me down. Like a mother to her child. Even if she was a small round creature with purple flower design. Within a few minutes she had told me everything. The pokéumans, the pokéxtinction, all of it. And the best part is how she did it. She did it through a dream, but a nice a relaxing one. One of joy and happiness.

I haven’t had some in so long. It was so nice.

Although it didn’t last long.

She told me that even if I had broking the sleeper gene, she couldn’t bring me back to safety where she was bring my sister. However, she could help me within this world. I was a sleepless and she knew that I wanted revenge against those that have wrong me. So with a combination of pokéuman gear she had given me and pokéxtinction gear I had taken form the dead grunt, I was on my way to free the sleepers one by one.

And that is why you are here.

Isn’t that exciting that your part of the story too?

Right, no vocal cords.

Maybe not the best of ideas in insight.

Although we still lack the knowledge of why I broke free, I decided to hunt you down has you are taking more and more pokéumans down to your base and hopefully find another sleepless on the way.

From what the pink floating pokéuman told me, there was a mutation in my gene. Something that cause my sleeper gene to malfunction. She told me that technically my sleeper gene is still active since my eyes are permanently gray but it does trick some pokéxtinction agents.

It did trick you after all.

However, my case is extremely rare. I may not remember how long it’s been since that day been it’s been a long time and I still haven’t found another sleepless. Maybe one day I will find him and then I could stop torturing you and the rest of pokéxtinction.
Nah, I would stop even if had won the war.

But one day I will find a sleepless. If I can find other one then maybe, just maybe, we can cure the rest of the sleepers. Then we could fugue it out where that mutation is, and how it works. And then we will rise against the pokéxintion and we will get our revenge.

That is my goal, and my story.

I hope you enjoy it; I put a lot of work into it. But it was nice to have you listen to me without interrupting. Maybe it was a good idea to cut your vocal cords out. I’ll tell you what; because you been such a good listen I’ll let you go.

Nah, that’s too good for an pokéxtinction like yourself. I can’t let you walk around and continue to abuse the sleepers. That and I’m sure those vocals cords would be needed to continue a normal life.

Oh well, it was nice knowing you.

Description
Dreams can be a wonderful thing. They bring joy to a man when he lost all. They give ambition to those with no calling. But not all dreams are good. Some you wish you could forget. Others tell a story about yourself; a story you didn’t know you had. May it is to grief over your failures. Maybe a fear of change, or lack of change. It is amazing how much a dream call tell about us. A story if you will. Sometimes it’s a story you didn’t even know you had. Would you like to hear it?

No?

Then explain to me how you’re going to get out of that chair?

That’s what I thought.

It started off with me walking down a street. Then all the sudden I lose all control of my body. Without any impute form myself, my body moves around and goes directly for a specific person walking down the street. A person I have never seen before. Then without warning, I yelled the phase you’re one of them and spray them with a purple gas from a spray can I didn’t even know I had. The person simply falls over like a lifeless doll. From there on I just wait, wait until a man dress in black arrives. We never said anything to each other. I just give him the body over and he drives off in an unmark vehicle.

Then I just seem to continue my day as if this never happened. However what I never understood is how it felt has if I was truly there. It felt like a memory in fact. A false memory form the day before I had the dream. The only difference is how I kidnap someone. It wasn’t like any other dream I ever had. At first I thought that I was over stress and maybe needed to relax more. It seem to have work at first but the dream came back. It came back but this time the place was different, the victim was different and the man in black was different. Yet the same events continued. And the dreams continued over and over again. There was no end to it.

For weeks on end I keep having it. Nothing I did actually stop the dreams. So I just started to pretend like the dream never happened. Maybe if I just pretended like it was just my imagination and there was nothing wrong with me it would be better right? Even if I was going horrible things like use to kidnapped those people by taking away my control over my body.

Do you have any idea why someone would be so cruel to control my body like that?

Oh right, I forgot. I cut your vocals cords to prevent you from screaming. It does make a good listener at least.

Now where was I?

Even if the dreams wouldn’t stop, I did do my best to ignore it. I simply continued my life like nothing was wrong. It wasn’t perfect but I did fool myself to pretend that it was just a dream. Even if it felt like I was doing those things. Even if it didn’t feel like a dream but a memory. But it had to be just my imagination. It didn’t matter how real the dream felt like. Dreams couldn’t real right?

You know where this is going do you?

Well on one night, I had the same dream, no surprise. But this time I recognize the victim. It was my best friend. I’ve known him ever since kindergarten. There was no one else I would rather spend my day with. But has the dream started, I knew that it wasn’t going to end well. Just us hanging out playing video games when he wanted to show me something. I believe it was his arm but let’s be honest, I wasn’t focusing at that moment. I don’t even remember him showing me anything during the day but let here I was.

I mercilessly spray him with the same purple gas before he even could react to what I did. I scream in terror has I watch my best friend fall on the ground. But I did not scream, I stood silent has I drag his body away. I wanted to run away disgrace of what I’ve done, I wanted come at his side and plea for my forgiveness but I did none of those things. I just drag him until I meet with the man in black again. The horrible things I wanted to do at this man. The countless number of people he force me to kidnap, yet I just handle him my own friend without any hesitation.

That I just return to the game console like nothing happened. I just help a man to kidnap my best friend and let him get away with it. Of course, it didn’t end there. No, my friend came back. Somehow, within a few minutes, he came back and sit next to me.

Unbelievable right?

Ever since that day my mind been going crazy. I felt has if I kidnap my friend, but he was still there. I couldn’t understand. How could I understand? The dream felt too real to be simply a dream yet it never happened. It had consumed my life. I couldn’t tell anymore what was real and what wasn’t. I started to isolate myself from my friends and family, I rarely left my room, I didn’t talk to anyone. I feared that something similar would happened to them. I even started to walk with my head down when in public. It even effective my sleep. I couldn’t sleep well anymore. There were some nights I simply stayed awake instead of expiring the dream.

Has a short term solution, it did solve the dream problem. My dreams have becoming far less frequent. Alas, the dreams still continued. Worse yet is how I started to question when the dreams started. I was falling asleep almost everywhere at this point and the line between reality and fiction became more and more blurry. There was times where I felt like if I was switching between the real world and the dream world without the need to fall asleep. Quiet terrifying if you ask me. Not knowing when you will kidnap something.

Weeks must of pass with the same scenario. I can’t quiet remember at this point. But what I do remember is one specific dream I had. It was the usual, had a dream in school, and help kidnap a person. This time however, I was in the bathroom.

Now why is that relevant you ask?

I got a chance to look at myself at the mirror. The first thing I notice was my eyes. I notice how my eyes have turned into a lifeless gray color instead of its beautiful natural brown. Horrifying couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. However, I was capable to notice someone else has well. The spray can. The purple gas can that I’ve been in possession, yet had never find it outside of my dreams. I saw myself take the spray can and put it in my right pocket. You can bet that the first I did when I woke up was to check my pants. And sure enough there it was. The first proof that my dreams were true after all.

I do have to ask if you have any idea of how they could make us hid this from ourselves? You can clearly see that the can isn’t that small to hide it.

Guess you need those vocal cords to answer me.

Moving on.

What I was sure although, was fear. Fear that what I was afraid actually happened. But I that moment, I knew I needed to do something. I needed to stop the dream.

I had decided to run back home instead of risking the chance to cause any more trouble. I finally learn what those dreams where, but at the same time it was something I hope that wasn’t true. I was a danger to the people around me, and I need to stay away from everybody. I knew that I need to gather my things back home and run away from civilization. I may have very little survival skills but that was my plan.

Or at least it was the plan.

My friend had follow me from school. The same friend I had kidnap. He has arrive right before I could leave my house, trying to stop me. I will admit that I wasn’t fully thinking logically here. I was afraid to repeat history, so I want to the kitchen and grab the first knife I saw. It did cause some problems of its own. We did start to scream at each other, both trying to stabilize the situation but it went know.

Next thing to have happened was my sister coming down. I can’t remember why she stayed at home on that day but there she was. However; there was something odd about her. Something that didn’t seem right. Someone that had force me into one of those dreams.
This time, I wasn’t the only one. My friend was also doing like me. He scream you’re one of them like I did and he took out another spray can.

I wasn’t the only one.

There are more like me. More sleepers. More people that lose control of their bodies. I felt defeated, like there was nothing I could do.

That was only a small part of me.

Angry build quickly within me. I wanted revenge on the people that cause this. I wanted revenge at the man in black. And I was not going to allow him to win again. It was for my shake, my sister’s shake and my friend shake. Slowly my right hand regain my command, then it continued though out my arm. With my free arm I grab my other arm and hold it for has long has I could. My nails even cut my skin at this point, but I didn’t care. I could feel my body again. I could take control. But this wasn’t enough.

Although my knife had fall on the ground, there was still more within my reach. I did not hesitate and use it to stab myself with. Maybe I wasn’t think too well but the more the pain spread, the more I could control my left arm. Then has the pain continued to the rest of my body, I regain more and more control.

Want to see the scars?

No?

I understand. You’re here for the story, not the presentation after all.

By the end, I was in full control. I may have had knife wounds all over my body, but I did not care; I was a free man. Of course, there was still a problem at hand. My friend had successfully knock my lovely sister and he was waiting for the man in black, like I always have before. Now I had to free my best friend. He needed to be free to. And I did it in the only way I knew how to.

I stab my best friend in my own house. I stab him until he could be free. Unfortunately, I didn’t take into consideration what stabbing someone actually does. I didn’t think I could possibly end my friend life. Yet I did. I stab him to death. I killed him. I killed him when I was trying to save him.

Maybe if I had given more of a though I wouldn't of done that.

But then again, it wasn’t fully my fault.

If it wasn’t for the man in black, this never would have happened. This was all of his fault. I wanted to get my revenge at him. I wanted to find him. But instead of that, he found me. Like every other time; he arrived to pick up the victim. He wasn’t pleased with the sheet of me and my friend. But then again I don’t think he had much time to think about it anyway. I jump on him before he could even move. I had stab him open and killed before he even hit the ground.

Don’t look at me like that. He deserved to die.

However, when I was done. No more was I a slave. I wasn’t a sleeper anymore, but a sleepless. I was finally awake. For the first time in my life I felt like I was alive. I could now see the world with open eyes. I now knew what so many was trying to hind and I was not going to sit back while my people continued to be abuse.

Of course, I was a bit confuse at first. I mean I just killed two people. That wasn’t going to change the world. Not to mention that I had no way of finding more man in black or sleepers. And my sister was still on the ground. Alive but unconscious. What was I to do?

That’s when that creature appeared.

Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s the entire point of why I’ve been capturing those poor people.

I had no idea what she was called, but I knew that she was trying to calm me down. Like a mother to her child. Even if she was a small round creature with purple flower design. Within a few minutes she had told me everything. The pokéumans, the pokéxtinction, all of it. And the best part is how she did it. She did it through a dream, but a nice a relaxing one. One of joy and happiness.

I haven’t had some in so long. It was so nice.

Although it didn’t last long.

She told me that even if I had broking the sleeper gene, she couldn’t bring me back to safety where she was bring my sister. However, she could help me within this world. I was a sleepless and she knew that I wanted revenge against those that have wrong me. So with a combination of pokéuman gear she had given me and pokéxtinction gear I had taken form the dead grunt, I was on my way to free the sleepers one by one.

And that is why you are here.

Isn’t that exciting that your part of the story too?

Right, no vocal cords.

Maybe not the best of ideas in insight.

Although we still lack the knowledge of why I broke free, I decided to hunt you down has you are taking more and more pokéumans down to your base and hopefully find another sleepless on the way.

From what the pink floating pokéuman told me, there was a mutation in my gene. Something that cause my sleeper gene to malfunction. She told me that technically my sleeper gene is still active since my eyes are permanently gray but it does trick some pokéxtinction agents.

It did trick you after all.

However, my case is extremely rare. I may not remember how long it’s been since that day been it’s been a long time and I still haven’t found another sleepless. Maybe one day I will find him and then I could stop torturing you and the rest of pokéxtinction.
Nah, I would stop even if had won the war.

But one day I will find a sleepless. If I can find other one then maybe, just maybe, we can cure the rest of the sleepers. Then we could fugue it out where that mutation is, and how it works. And then we will rise against the pokéxintion and we will get our revenge.

That is my goal, and my story.

I hope you enjoy it; I put a lot of work into it. But it was nice to have you listen to me without interrupting. Maybe it was a good idea to cut your vocal cords out. I’ll tell you what; because you been such a good listen I’ll let you go.

Nah, that’s too good for an pokéxtinction like yourself. I can’t let you walk around and continue to abuse the sleepers. That and I’m sure those vocals cords would be needed to continue a normal life.

Oh well, it was nice knowing you.