Rise Of The Dreamer (4 page)

The earth began to quake as The Executioner rose out from the levelled building. As he stood up he whistled as if calling on someone or something and behind him appeared six of the most vicious looking hounds that Dennis had ever seen. They had deep red glowing eyes with acid for saliva as it dribbled and began eat away at the rubble on the ground. Nero
The
Executioner motioned the hounds and immediately they charged at the white stranger with horrendous speed.

Dennis looked on in horror and struggled to rise to his feet writhing in pain. He could see Nero making a charge for him and he was terrified.

The white stranger swung his sword and in one wave, multiple darts of white light came out from the sword and severely wounded the hounds from hell and they all fell mid-air. He levitated towards Dennis as he pointed his sword towards The Executioner and then he placed his left hand on the head of Dennis and said. “Dreamer, awaken.”

All that Dennis could remember was another flash of white light come out from the sword and he awoke. Dennis found himself sitting in the settee of his living room. He was shocked to find out that he was still in pain from the bashing he received in his dream. He painfully made his way to the bathroom and he looked at his face in the mirror and saw that there was a fresh burn mark on his face that came from the axe of Nero. Dennis was bewildered with his mouth gaping wide at the mirror.

Dennis felt like he was coming up with a fever so he decided to take a bath and clean his wounds.

If I have injuries and pains, how come this apartment building isn’t destroyed like it was in the dream?
he
asked himself.

After he had had a bath and cleaned up his wounds, he felt a pang of hunger and decided to get something
  to
eat. He was very concerned and he was wondering how he would solve this problem.

Should I see a psychic or I should probably go to a
church.
I haven’t been to a church in years. I have heard a lot about those
pentecostal
churches.

  While he was considering his options, it was around 3 am in the morning when his cell phone started ringing. That was particularly
strange,
he had no girlfriend or anyone that would call him at that time of the day.

“Hello?” said Dennis.

“Am I speaking to Dennis Riley?” It was a British accent. He knew he had heard it before, but he couldn't place his finger on where.

“Speaking, may I know who this is?”

“Dreamer, thank God you are okay.”

Dennis momentarily froze. He remembered that voice and accent, it was the fighter in the white suit from his dream. It was the fighter that called him Dreamer. Dennis was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. “What! Who is this, who are you?” Dennis was confused, he was lost for words.

“I’m Joshua, you may find this hard to believe, but I’m the one that saved you from Nero in the dream you just had.”

“What! I don’t know what you are talking about, you’re mistaken.”

“I’m not
mistaken,
I can hear it in your voice. You can’t deny this, I shared your dream with you,
I
was dispatched to help you.”

“That’s impossible.” Dennis was in self-denial.

“How is the injury from the axe on your face?” Joshua asked.

Dennis instinctively felt for the wound on his face. “Who are you?” Dennis demanded. “And why do you call me Dreamer?”

“I’m a dreamer like you and even more. What I can tell you is that you are among the chosen.”

Dennis was quick to respond. “That is completely ludicrous. Where do you get these lies from? I have to admit that you’re good, I don’t know how you inflicted these wounds on me and poured those dreams into my subconscious, probably through hypnosis I guess but your scam won’t work on me anymore, and besides, I don’t have any money to give you.”

“You think this is some elaborate scheme Dreamer? Then how can your scientific mind explain away the plane crash and the killed school children amongst other things?”

Dennis’s mind was racing. He didn’t have an explanation.

“No response?” Joshua asked. “I thought as much. I know it may be hard for you to believe and too much for you to take in at once, but your circumstances are quite unusual and it didn’t happen this way for the others.”

“There are others?” Dennis asked.

“I’m afraid yes.” Joshua answered. “We can talk about that later. Right now, your life is in danger, you are not safe where you are and more attempts will be made on your life.”

“What do you mean more attempts?” Dennis asked. “No one made an attempt on my life.”

“But The Executioner did.”

“But that was just a dream.”

“That was no ordinary dream. Make no mistake Dennis, the physical world is controlled by the dream dimension or more accurately the spirit realm. If Nero had sliced off your head in that dream you would have perished in your sleep instantaneously to wake up no more. Your physical body would have started to decompose almost immediately and an autopsy would have revealed you died of nothing but natural causes. Why do you think a lot of young people die in their sleep for no explained medical reason?”

Dennis shuddered at the thought. He became afraid and confused. He began to believe Joshua. “Should I call the police or FBI for protection? I could explain to them what’s going on.”

If it hadn’t been for the seriousness of the situation, Joshua would burst into laughter. “Are you still asleep Dennis? Can you hear what you’re saying? What do you intend to tell the police, that someone that you don’t know and have never seen before attacked you in your dream and you now think your life is in danger. They’d sooner commit you to a shrink house.”

“Then what do I do? Can’t you come over and help me out?” Dennis was scared.

“Not feasible at the moment, I live across the Atlantic, which would take some time.”

“In the UK?”

“Right.”

“Great, some help you are.”

“You would have to go underground and seek sanctuary.” Joshua said. “There you could learn how to fight back and manipulate your dreams.”

“Manipulate my dreams? How is that possible?” asked Dennis.

“Dreams are in different categories Dennis. Some are historical, they reveal things that happened in the past, you can’t manipulate those because they are done and it’s just meant to reveal things to you for the purpose of information alone. Some are current. They’re happening as you dream it, while some are futuristic, they are yet to happen, but the future is subjective. Your actions coupled with other people’s actions determine what your future is. But these futuristic dreams tend to manipulate what you do or don’t do in order to change your future. The last two can be manipulated if you are strong enough. You can actually stop disasters from happening if only you will it.”

“What?” Dennis was flabbergasted. “I could that?”

“Yes and a whole lot more. Anything you want to happen or exist in the dream dimension will, only if your mind is strong enough to make it happen. You could have stopped or reversed that bus disaster if only you willed it so.”

“But I couldn’t, Nero was in that dream.”

“Yes, because he’s out for blood. His only mission is to catch or destroy souls while taking their blood. But you could have stopped him and fought him.”

“Is that why he’s after me?”

“He’s not the only one after you. A whole hoard is after you. He belongs to a group called the Soul Mongers. When they catch souls, they sell them off to those who need them in exchange for wealth and power.”

“What?”

“Dennis let me assure, there is a whole different world in the spirit dimension,
a
world that most people don’t even know exist. A lot of people have dreams, but forget as soon as they wake up. A lot of horrible things could have happened to them and they won’t even remember a thing and they’ll begin to have a lot of problems.”

“Oh my God.”

“Then you also have translational dreams.”

“What are those?”

“It’s the type that you just had with me and Nero. They are not meant to manipulate the future or currently happening events. They are meant to touch your very soul and being for good or evil. Somebody could poison you in such dreams and when you wake up you would be immediately fatally sick and medical science would have no solution. They would only see symptoms without the cause of the symptoms. It’s like having smoke without fire.”

“What’s the difference between that and a futuristic or currently happening dream?”

“The futuristic and currently can always be explained away as natural circumstances. They in effect trigger those natural and physical laws to work for you or against you, whatever the case may be. But the translational dreams just make things happen without a supporting and reasonable explanation. Like I said earlier, if Nero had sliced off your head in that dream, then you would have died in this world without a medical explanation.”

“So where do I go?”

“I have a friend, he lives in Chicago, and he can help you out until I’m available.”

“Don’t you know someone closer?”

“At this point in time, you can’t afford to be picky. Only a select few have the kind of knowledge you need.”

“Illinois? Do you know where I live? That’s about 3 or 4 states away from Maryland. I have a research job here, I just can’t up and go like that.”

“But if you are certainly killed here, then you would have no research job to go to and someone else would most certainly take your place.”

“When you put it that away, I can understand.”

“You have no idea how persistent the Soul Mongers are
,
they will stop at nothing to destroy your soul. They’ll even send their human agents after you.”

“Human agents?”

“Yes, humans who worship the Soul Mongers and have a strong desire to become a Soul Monger themselves.”

“This just gets better and better.”

“You have no idea,” said Joshua.

“So who do I ask for when I get to Chicago?” Dennis asked.

“You’ll know when you get there. But I’ll see you as soon as I get
there,
I just have some things to take care of here.”

“Are you asking me to go there blind?”

“Don’t
worry,
you’ll have your dreams to guide you. Besides, the less you know at this point in time, the safer it is for you. I’ll advise that you make your journey today.”

“Okay, I guess-.” Dennis heard a sound from his front door.

“Dennis, what’s wrong?”

“I think I heard a sound from my door.”

“Are you expecting anyone, it’s about 4 am in your local time.”

“No way, my social life is zilch.”

“Then I’m afraid those human agents have caught up with you sooner than I thought. Dennis, I will need you to calm down”

“What? Calm down?” Dennis was afraid and his voice began to rise. “That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one here. Can’t you do something from where you are?”

“I’ll try my best and all I can say is that do not be afraid and that God is with you.” Immediately the phone went dead.