This was the most lucid dream I may have ever had. I wandered through what felt like a dark foggy version of my hometown. I could feel the air in my lungs, hear the cars driving by and smell the various smells of the town. It was as if I was viewing life through a pair of foggy heavily tinted sunglasses. Why did my body feel so light? Each step felt like I was walking on air. Then I looked down, I was floating above the ground. It was surreal, I put my arms out and threw them down quickly, I propelled upwards into the air. Then I caught a glimpse of myself, literally. It was much like an out of body experience, I could see my body walking around town below me. I followed at a safe distance down Main Street, where the hell was I going? All of a sudden I hear my moms voice call out.
"Hey Baby!!" It was then I realized, I was watching my day in a third person perspective, how cool is that?! I watched diligently from a distance. There was my mom and Mike at their favorite cafe enjoying their coffee. Several mumbles and minutes passed, then Mom and Mike rushed to her car. Campus, Green Trea,....then the market! I quickly realized where I would be heading next . I got a head start and began hovering quickly over rooftops, on my way to the supermarket. I landed right in the parking lot of the store, but no one paid any attention to me. It was as if I was completely invisible. The doors opened and I entered the store. Thank God I was invisible, the only sleuth experience I had was watching those old spy movies with my mom. A few moments later like clockwork, I watched myself enter the store. I maintained a tolerable distance behind my duplicate. My gaze never strayed from myself, I was locked on intent on not losing sight of my target. There I was pulling ingredients of the shelves and placing them in my cart. Then my duplicate entered the pasta aisle, so I began to round the corner.
"Wait a minute..." I spoke under my breath. Then it happened, the other version of me looked directly towards me and yelled.
"Dad!?" the oh so familiar word carried down the aisle.
Holy shit! I panicked and darted away quickly out of view and hid out in the stock room of the store. What the hell just happened? When I thought I saw my dad earlier was it really me? How is this even possible! I was totally freaking out now, this dream was just getting far to real. I quickly composed myself, taking deep breaths in and exhaling slowly. If I am really here I need to stick this through, there has to be a purpose to this entire thing. Finally I had built up the courage to continue on. The other me should be heading home to make dinner. Soon I caught up to myself, so I stayed back. I hovered high in the air out of sight. I watched myself open the door to the house and then close it. I did not want a similar situation to the supermarket so I decided to watch from outside. I landed in the cemetery behind our house and hid behind a gravestone. From here I had the perfect view into our kitchen window. My mom at one time regretted buying a house by a cemetery. That decision later comforted her knowing that my father was still close after his death.
"I should be getting ready to make dinner soon." I said as I hunkered down in the cover of twilight. I refocused my gaze to the other Callum. There I was preparing dinner, and chopping vegetables. A sharp whistling sound pierced the air as the pot boiled over and I saw the other me reach for the pot. "Don't you do it, you idiot." my hand started throbbing. The burn appeared on my own hand almost painlessly, as I heard screams resonating from the kitchen window. I chuckled at my own stupidity. Suddenly I heard glass shatter and shockwaves rippled over the grass. That must've been the sauce jar exploding, but why did the grass sway to it? The other me stared out the window so I took quick shelter behind the graves. Just then the world grew dimmer and dimmer, soon I could no longer see through the pitch black fog. The fog filled my lungs until breathing was no longer an option.
BEEP ! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm clock blared. I jerked awake, covered in my own sweat, and gasping form breath. I still had so many questions. Was that real? Is this a reaction to not having enough sleep?. As the brush scrubbed against my teeth I continued to think. If I was looking in on the past, why could I be seen or heard by the other me? Also why did the burn on my hand not appear until the other me burned himself. Was this some sort of time travel? Then the headache began, but this was unlike any headache I've had before. Flashes of images ran through my brain rapidly. I saw my mom at work, but something was wrong. She was on the ground with blood spatter on her face. I can't see Mike, what's going on? My ears were ringing. The visions stopped as quickly as they started and I was immediately startled by a loud cracking noise. I looked at myself in the mirror only to see that the mirror had cracked. Blood was coming from my tear ducts and from my nose as well. What the fuck was that all about? After cleaning up and getting dressed, I made my way downstairs. My mom would be waiting for me in the kitchen.
"Hey Cal, How'd you sleep?" She asked.
"Well Mom," I began but the thought carefully on what I would say. My mom really didn't need to be bothered with some sort of bad mojo bullshit or whatever this was. I looked her up and down realizing she was in her work uniform. "I slept pretty good, snored so loud I almost woke the dead in the backyard." I finished.
"Shhh Cal don't speak ill of the dead, we will have to call the Ghost Hunting people." she chuckled. Her light blonde hair glimmered in the sunlight. It was funny really, a 5'2"little blonde partnered with a 6'4" giant in the cell block. My mom was so polite and caring at home but at work she drove an iron fist directly at anyone who dare oppose her wishes. "I have mandatory overtime today at the jail." she continued. "Joan fell over the catwalk last week and broke her back, so we all have to pick up the slack. I work 10am until 7 tonight, Mike will be here shortly to pick me up." Instantly the visions from upstairs made themselves apparent.
"Okay mom, please be careful though." I spoke fighting back a grimace. Even though her and I rarely showed our emotions, we cared deeply for one another. She's the only parent I have left. My grandparents all passed away years ago and my parents were both only children. Her and I are the only family we have left, and something deep in my gut was hinting towards danger.
"Oh Cal I'm always safe, plus Mikes got my back always. Don't you worry about me. She commented as she headed upstairs to finish getting ready.
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Untapped
Novela JuvenilCallum is just a small town boy, with some big time stuff going on. Little by little he's developing new quirks and trying to cope with his ever changing tragic life.
