This dream is all fragmented, I've lost a lot of the storyline. I fell asleep on the couch and the storm kept waking me up. Not enough to move into bed, apparently. I am taken captive, along with Sam from Supernatural, and Cyclops from X-Men. I'm not clear on why we are taken, only that they keep us complacent by feeding us this translucent purple liquid. I'll separate it into the scenes I specifically remember seeing. Cyclops is in a small square room, it is all white except for metallic grates running along the right and left walls. The far wall is taken up by a single computer. They have commanded him here and he is supposed to follow their orders. His buddy who is drunk on the purple stuff is too dazed to make it through the door, so he is waiting outside. Cyclops has been secretly feeding his ration to his 'friend'. So now they give the order for him to go out into the hall and kill the man. They give the order absently, not really focusing on him, and not expecting an answer. When they finally turn to look at him he gets awkward and dorky and kind of grins, "I'm um..." "You're what?" "I've had too much of the purple stuff again." They sigh in annoyance. "I'll just...go back out into the corridor and beat the hell out of number 8." They all narrow their eyes at him as he backs out the doorway and closes it. He knows he doesn't have long before they come for him, he foolishly gave them a reason to doubt his faith. The next time I see him he is quivering with tension, nervous, waiting for them to notice he hasn't been following their rules. Instead of killing people he has been releasing them into the woods. He 'stands guard' beside an elevator door, outside a banquet hall. If he's a good boy, he thinks sarcastically, they may feed him today. Then Jean swings around a corner in a lovely white gown. She hasn't seen him yet, and as she walks past, he seizes her by the upper arms and hides with her on the other side of a pillar. "What are you doing here? Do you know how dangerous this place is?" He hisses. "Yes. Why do you think I'm here?" She gives him a quick kiss. "I have a plan, hang in there, you'll be free soon." And then she is gone, sweeping gracefully into the banquet hall, leaving him there stunned. I'm out in the woods, I am myself. Some part of me knows how the story is supposed to go, how I am supposed to act. So I lift the water bottle to my mouth and dizzily drink more of the purple stuff. I can't think straight, but I can't stop drinking it. Some clever chemical, or brain-washing technique makes me believe that my mind would clear if only I could drink enough of it. I can't remember what I'm doing out here and at the same time I know that soon Dean will find me and I'll be safe. First I have to drink more. So I do. Then I collapse in a drunken heap. ((I compare it to alcohol, though it wasn't, it was more like a drug.)) The next thing I know I am in a rough wooden cabin with Sam and Dean. Dean didn't really come to rescue me, but he couldn't leave me there either. So here I am. Sam still can not speak clearly so that he has to gesture what he means, something about a commercial with a dog licking his chops, he gives Dean a frustrated look. Dean hands him a bowl of wet Alpo. There's a bowl of mixed dry and wet dog food on the counter, I eat a bite of it. It doesn't really taste like anything, my head clears a tad. Then Dean turns to me with a spoon. "You'll want some of this. I think it works better." Dean says. "Tastes better, too." Sam says. "Almost like meat." So I take the bite from the proffered spoon and nod in agreement. It really did taste better. A fragment of me and my father talking about ways to deal with muggers, if they try to steal my glasses. "Just let them take them and run." He says. For a second that makes complete sense, then I frown at him. "But dad, if I don't have my glasses I won't be able to see anything." "But you'll be alive." "But I won't be able to see anything...." "But you'll be alive." "Oookay. I'll throw down my glasses then."
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