Main Story Arc: David Smithfield

I woke up sweating a cold sweat. Sticky even. It was not a pleasant feeling at all. I remember the dream clearly. The young women telling me I could alter reality. But how? She didn't mention how. What the hell? How am I supposed to change reality when I am given zero instructions.... must mean its just another dream. One among many.

I had dreams before....

One dream I "woke up" (became aware) and I was standing on a beach. In front of me was a giant wooden archway. Easily 30 feet high and 50 feet wide. Woosh. Woosh. Loud flaps are heard. I notice people standing around me. Woosh. Woosh. Into my vision is this large creature with huge bat like wings. It lands on the wooden archway. "Chosen ones, bathe in my waters and be awoken anew. Gain special abilities."

Everyone looked at one another. Hesitation being the first and foremost thing on everyone's mind. I walk forward. "Yes, yes, you! you will be first, come come." I walk passed the archway, down the beach, the warm sand beneath my feet. Eventually I reach the waters edge. This creature flapping its wings floating above me. "Yes yes, fully submerge yourself, when you exit the water, powers you will have." I dive in. I feel the cold water lick my body. I pop up and walk back to shore. The crowd staring at me.

My hand, it feels oddly warm. I focus and a fireball forms. I throw the fireball to an empty spot on the beach. Kaboom! The sand melts to glass where the fireball landed and exploded. Seeing what I had just done, people started charging into the sea to submerge themselves. "Yes yes, good good, join us, join the chosen ones." People coming out of the water had various abilities. Speed. Strength. Fireball. Ice shard. Each testing what they had gained.

Off in the near distance, marching sounds. Step step step step. In unison. Loud voices. Eventually they came into view. Villagers with torches and pitchforks. "The evil ones, we must do gods bidding. They must not be allowed to live, kill them all" their leader yelled at the top of their lungs. The crowd began rushing us while their leader, the antagonist, simply stood there.

I powered up my hand and charged my fireball. "Please, don't make me hurt you in self defense. None of us are evil. We did nothing wrong." The crowd didn't care. They saw us as evil and wanted to wipe us out. Some people who didn't rush into the sea either did now to defend themselves thinking there was no way out or simply ran away without ever touching the sea.

I threw my fireball killing the closest villager charging at me with a pitchfork. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to kill me, I have the right to defend myself." Others started murdering villagers. Either because they wanted to or because they had to. Only the ones laughing maniacally were clearly the ones who liked to **** and were evil. We made our way though the vast charging villagers. One after another. Killing to survive.

Eventually the world changed around us. From medieval times to modern times. As if walking through time itself. Now large towering buildings thousands of feet tall all around us. Still fighting for our survival. Loud speakers hiss with feedback before hearing a voice. "Those who kill the most, will be allowed to meet HIM" the voice stated.

I began to charge myself up like dragon ball characters. Ahhhhhhhhh. AhhhhhhHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHHHHH. I closed my eyes and focused on the energy inside me. I would release a wave of energy so vast that it would cover the while earth. "Only those evil will perish. Children and women will be left alone" and I unleashed my ability. Radiating out from me, I see a third person prospective of the wave that eventually covered the whole earth.

Poof. They were gone. Cheers were heard all around. I looked at those around me, women holding their children completely unharmed. A man walks up to me wearing a black business suit. "Congratulations, you won, please follow me." We walked down the street for a few minutes then entered the tallest building around. Floor 33 was pressed. Once there the man simply bows and gives the "this way" hand/arm movement. I exit the elevator but he remains. The doors closed behind me.

Inside this floor, it was unfinished. Plastic hanging, walls unfinished, desks and chairs scattered about. Some tool chests. Eventually walking through I come to a group of men standing around a drawing table. As if plans are being drawn. "Ah yes, Mr. Smithfield. Welcome. Please, sign my book."

Another man in a suit walks over. Handing me a feather. "This is an angel feather, is it not?" I spoke. "Ah yes, you are well educated. It is indeed and angels feather. Good eye! Please, come, sign my book." He guides me over to the drawing table he stool at. On it was an old book. Open to a page with names that eventually stop. I begin to write my name into the book. There was no ink, as I wrote, the page was bleeding, like carving skin. "David Smithfield" I wrote. "As yes. Thank you. Now, what may I do for you?" the man asked me. "You, are the devil, yes?" I asked with determination. The man laughs. "I am indeed. Pleasure to meet you. Again, you won, I will give you whatever you desire. Just ask!" The devil stated with a jester smile.

"I want the power to alter reality. Any change happens instantly" and I wake up. That dream, no sweating, was just a weird. I tied to change reality many times since then. Different ways. Different ideas. Nothing seemed to change. "It's just a dream" I said to myself in my mind.

This time, waking up in a cold sweat, my body buzzing with energy. Could it be real?

Many other dreams. One before that dream, many months before. Meeting the Devil as an old man, pulling a cart. To the side of this medieval cart was a woman. It was Paris Hilton. She was wearing a pink dress which had many holes and was very dirty. She was in chains with no shoes. The chains were attached to the cart. The old man said "Come, make a deal, sign my book, I'll give you whatever you want." My coworker walks over and signs his name. The devil shakes his hand. My coworker then leaves and goes home. I walk over and approach the devil. "Anything special you desire?" He said to me. I wrote my name in the book while also writing that I would gain the power to alter reality and any change would happen instantly. The book bled as I wrote. The devil slams the book closed. Shakes my hand. And leaves. I woke up.

Many other dreams I've had where I indeed had the ability to alter reality. Making women's breasts larger. Making them fatter or curvier. Making them **** to have sex with me. Many dreams where this ability was real.

I even had one dream where I met **** himself. I was at my cousin's place. My uncle who is dead was in the dream. We were playing Monopoly like we used to. **** kissed me on the cheek, and whispered in my ear "You are my favorite." I was taking by surprise. "If I'm your favorite, What does that mean?" **** himself replied "I'll give you one thing, anything you want, just ask!" I knew exactly what I wanted. "I want the power to alter reality, changes I make happen instantly." **** shook his head in agreement. "Go ahead, test it." So I did. Off in the distance I saw a woman walking. "I wish her breasts are bigger. I wish her legs are thicker and her ass bigger." I began to watch the woman in the distance change. Her legs and ass did indeed get thicker and fatter. But for some reason her breasts did not change. I looked at **** and he looked back. Right as I asked why ger breasts didnt grow, I woke up.

These dreams all had similar themes, but had no effect on reality. For I was not actually able to change reality to my whims.

This dream however, It was different. I pondered the rest of the morning about this dream and the ability to change reality via karma.