My Dream Journal

1-6-18 Racial Divide

There were two alien races who lived not so harmoniously on a pair of twin islands, one large and bountiful, one small and war torn.

I lived with my Gramma on the smaller island, she was a medicine woman with mystic powers of sight and foresight, and she was never wrong. I was a fisherman, the best in our quaint little town.

Our race was slightly psychic, with a special "vision" we could use at will. We also had special powers that could seem demonic to outsiders.

Pentagrams were carved glowing all over the island from a thousand year war long before my time. My Gramma had complete control of her "vision" and powers while many others could barley use them. The powers themselves were outlawed, but not by us. The name my brain picked for the race was Trill, like from Star Trek.

I ran my rounds for the day, selling my fish to the market stalls and my
Gramma did her usual seeing a and tellings. I was talking with my best and only friend, a nerdy, chubby male who was actually incredibly smart. That's when we saw the ships. From the larger island our people saw them come, giant warships stained in blood and gore with Japanese-style sails. We could hear the beating of the drums from here and they were heading right towards us.

I ran home to warn my Gramma, he's coming. The "leader" is coming.
Our race was a slave race, left to our own devices mostly, save our extreme taxation and inability to prosper. We were under the main-islands rule.

I never named the race of the main-island. This was the first time I'd ever seen them come. I knew dorm stories that every so often the leader from that island, a warrior/tyrant king, at least to us, would come and pay us a visit using the battleships of old to intimidate us.

Those ships were used in the thousand-year war I mentioned earlier. The war between our races, the war we lost.

I don't know specifics, but I do know that we were the more powerful race, our powers made their attacks seem like child's play and they didn't stand a chance. We were on top and they wanted to change that and, with a secret weapon, they did.

They won the war, enslaving my people. They forced us to give up our powers and slowly, due to inactivity, we lost them. Some of us did. We all still had the "vision" though. It was useful for fishing and other daily tasks. And my Gramma's "vision" was trying and made us money.

The leader was coming to visit for the first time since my Gramma was my age. Preparations must be made. It was like a festival, for them. All the best foods laid out, for them. All the best everything we had was placed out yo impress the leader and "thank" him for his "benevolent" rule. His people could take what they pleased.

When the ships arrived and the leader stepped out, I got to see what they looked like. Tall and broad shouldered, they were pale, nearly white, and mostly bald, though a few had thick black hair and/facial hair. They were shirtless, wearing only gauntlets, greaves and boots, though a few wore pauldrons as well. Theirs chests and face da were painted as if going to war, red, black or yellow.

After he gave a speech the festivities began, he and his top two men sat aboard a high platform as my people played games, played songs, danced, and showed him our goods to please him. All of the females in the town were taught a special dance since birth to perform when he came. I was forced to wear a short skirt and I'm sure someone saw my butt at least once.

My friend was with another group, a group of young men who were to show him sport and he feared he wasn't skilled enough and it would be his end.

He ended up being fine because just before his turn, someone said something to the leader which got his attention. He didn't even watch the rest of the acts. He was to caught up in his own thoughts.

I feared someone told him of my Gramma and her "vision". I only know I was right because it was my dream. I accidentally moved to much and woke myself up.