A Realistic Hero

Dreams are Nightmares

   It's pitch black in the room every time. The victim of this incredibly depressing and melancholy story sat waiting. Waiting for what I can't tell you yet.

   Suddenly room was lit up with hues of blue and orange. Then the color shifted to red and purple. She reached out for the colors as if she can touch them. When her arms are bathed in colors she saw their memories, felt their emotions. A tear fell down her face.

   And suddenly she woke up. There was once a time when she did not dream at all. She would close her eyes and suddenly be covered in oblivion dark and cold. She remembered when she was jealous of others who had vivid dreams. Now all she could wish for is sweet oblivion.

The next night however is different than the others. She saw a collection of stars she was not sure what to call them, because she never paid attention in science.

   She saw others like her in a dream state heading towards this collection of stars. Some greeted each other, some she recognized as long-dead scientists, physiologist, mathematicians, etc. A voice with great timber announces its presence and spoke about her.
 
   The others turned to her as it speaks,“She is the one it says she shall lead the remainder of humanity.”

   The young woman immediately freaked the fuck out she hated leading, she hated it ever since second grade. When enough kids were absent, she had to leave the line to lunch. It absolutely killed her, it filled her with more anxiety and paranoia then she already had.

  Karma, woke up with a strong feeling of irritation looming over her. She knew that a storm of bullshit was heading her way.