Eclipse Effect

14 Days Earlier..

When I woke up from that night of little sleep after waking up from that dream. I had no other dreams that night, and I couldn't help but think about what it might mean. To me, it seems impossible that dreams are just a bunch of thoughts randomly smashed together. Sleep is your body's time to repair and rest itself. Why would it waste precious energy on something useless? I believe dreams are the brain's way of making itself aware to changes in yourself. In this case, I can't believe myself every time I come up with an answer. It is always the same, and it really does seem impossible. I have never been one to doubt myself but controlling the wind...? Even with my incredibly open mind, it seems as if perhaps I have been playing tricks on me. I have slight superiority complexes anyways, maybe that is all it is, just wanting to have a reason to be special..

     As I pushed that thought from my head I remembered that Kevin and I had planned on riding four wheelers on his trails this afternoon, and I forced my body to roll from that warm comfort spot and onto the floor. I then proceeded to get up and get dressed and head downstairs. My mother and father weren't awake yet, but they knew my plans and knew where I'd be. Just in case they forgot I scrawled out a note saying, "At Kevin's, be back before dark," and I left the house and grabbed my bike.

      It was about a six mile ride to Kevin's house. I had no trouble getting there since I always ride my bike everywhere. I walked up and before my fist could touch the door, Kevin's dad opened the door and welcomed me in. It slightly startled me, although I'm not sure why. Dave has always been very prompt and always knows what's going on around him. As kids I found it odd. But I have recently developed a respect for his preparedness. Probably because I am scatterbrained and have none of my own. He ushered me downstairs to where Kevin was. Me and Kevin greeted each other how we do every single time. Miss me high hit me low, spin around, and a chest bump which usually ends up with one of us hurt. Kevin is a little taller than me, just enough to where my bottom rib hits him in the soft spot below his own. Our entire "handshake" was not at all graceful or coordinated, which only added to the humor of it all.

   "So what's up Zeke?" Kevin started. I wanted to say that I needed to show him something, or that something strange was happening to me. But fear of him not believing me made me decide to keep that information to myself. After very slight hesitation, I replied, "Just can't wait to get back on the trails again. I Haven't been riding in almost a year now!"He must not have noticed my hesitation because, after that, he hurried me into the garage where he kept the quads. After fueling them up, we took off down the road. I was shaky after not riding for so long. But I kept up with Kevin pretty well considering he rides everyday.

     When we got to the trails Kevin challenged me to race him. We both knew the trails like the back of our hand because we had rode bikes, fourwheelers, and ran through them from the time we started hanging out back in 4th grade. And of course, I accepted his challenge. On his count we started and in no time I had reached top speed. Luckily the first part of the trail is a wide set, slightly uphill straight stretch. Me and Kevin were right beside one another all the way until we reached the first turn. He barely braked and did a power slide around the turn. Meanwhile I slowed down enough to make a clean turn. It put me behind quite a bit, but I knew I could get it back. My adrenaline pumping I pressed the accelerator all the way down and took off again down the stretch. Every turn the other person would gain some kind of advantage. On the fifth and final turn, Kevin took his slide too far and almost hit a tree. After a minute he was back on the trail, with me about 60 yards in front of him. It was the final stretch, I was about to win. I looked at the trail ahead, clear as can be, and glanced back at Kevin to do a little friendly mocking. When I looked back to the trail in front of me, there was a huge mogul popping out in the middle of the trail which I know I didn't see two seconds ago.

     I tried hitting the brakes so that the force of jumping it didn't throw me. It had the opposite effect. I hit them too hard and the bike turned slightly sideways. As I hit the large bump I was thrown higher in the air than I have ever wanted to be. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Kevin had stopped and could do nothing but stare as me and the bike tossed and turned through the air. I thought for sure I was going to die when suddenly, my mind cleared. I felt a breeze wash over me as if enveloping me. It turned me upright, held me in the air, then lowered me ever so gently to the ground. The quad had done the same. Or I guess I should say that I did it. Now it was clear, I had controlled the wind.

     I turned slowly to look at Kevin. I expected a scream of horror or at least a sideways glance but what I saw was pure amazement. I was still lightly enveloped in a white wind, I willed it to dissipate and it obeyed. I felt calm and ready, despite being launched near fifteen feet in the air. And all I could bring myself to say was, "Well... wasn't that awesome??" He seemed speechless. However, who could blame him? His best friend just surrounded himself with wind and used it to save himself from being killed. Then he asked, "So, is that what you thought about telling me earlier but didn't?"

     Of course he noticed my hesitation earlier. Kevin has always shared my way of constantly studying people. But he had a passionate edge to it that i have never possessed. He has always been there to help me, and always known when something is wrong. He has been the biggest help I've had when anything has made me upset. And so I told him, "Well, I guess there is no hiding it now. And for me, there is no denying it. I can control the wind, sometimes anyways."
He looked puzzled. "Sometimes?" He asked.
"Yeah, only when I have a rush of adrenaline or I'm not paying attention." I felt weird actually admitting all this, after all, I was supposed to know everything. Obviously not. I didn't even know it was possible.
We discussed everything, theories we had of why, what we could do with it, how it might hurt us, etc. But he never said he could do anything like it too. Which is a key fact I wanted to hear. But I never asked, for the first time in my life I wasn't sure about something. I also didn't mention my dream. That was my own business. So after a couple hours of discussing we rode home, a smooth ride in which I could not control the wind again. And oh did I try. But we arrived at his house just before dark and I still hadn't done it again.
So I headed home disappointed. Slightly scared to sleep, for fear of another dream. When I arrived at home, I greeted my parents as if I was extremely tired; in reality, I just didn't want to take the chance of talking about today. I can lie, but not to my parents. So I went to bed and laid there for a couple hours, before I slowly drifted off. Before I knew it, sleep was again my master, one that decided whether or not I would dream. He decided on yes.