Waking up from a dream.
I dream I am froma subjugated race. We are a race that has been taken as slaves. My family, it is explained by my father. We livd on a fishing boa. We did not knwo our people were slaves. When a storm destroyed our boat, we did not know what we had become.
The boate was aved because of me. Because I had powers. I had a versionof telekinesis. This is a power I have always had, it is normal to me. But int he world that is, it is not normal. I do not know this. i have always done these things…lift my hands and cause things to float, push my hands and shove things away, this is NORMAL for me.
In the dream, my mother and my younger sister become slaves to a wealthier woman. The queen. Serving ladies of a sort. They understand a lot faster. In the dream, my mother tells the qu een that I am very strong in this power that they seem to revere.
The queen does not undestand how strong. She tries to catch me, but all those she sends against me cannot catch me She sends her daughter to test me. Her daughter treats me like I am property, and so I use muy power against her, forbidding her to speak to me or be around me again until she understands that I am a PERSON, and am not property. I REPEL against her, and I don’t undestand what exactly I have done until later.
There comes an auction. A very elegant affair. But it is still auction. There is a show, wherein people are nothing more than ornaments, the equivalent of scenery. My people. We are not real to the other people. We are slaves, objects, beings without intelligence.
the princess attempts to enter the hall, but she cannot. I have to give her permission. I have to loosen the bindings I have put on her. I barely know how…it is very much an instinctive thing for me. It is at this point that they realize I am exactly as I say I am, very very strong.
And so I am not put up for auction. I am placed in the crowd, with an orange label on myself.
At the table I sit at, an old woman, a servant of hers, and a young woman sit. The young woman asks me why I wear orange and why I am not for sale. I explain that I do things, and so I am unfit. I am unsafe. The old woman was shocked, she asked me, quite loudly, Had no one thought to TRAIN me? I tell her…no…everything I do, it is untrained, it is what I have always done.
And so, she ends up buying me, and taking me home.
And she begins to train me.
We come to a part in the training, where she sics 4 dogs on me. The point is for me to become fast and strong. But I don’t see the point in this. Instead, I use my power to push myself to the roof, then to REPEL against the dogs, and cause the dogs to submit to me. This is how I work, this is how my power is. I think different, I am different.
I tell her, if she wants someone fast or strong, I can recommend other people to her. That is not what I am, nor what I will be. if she wants someone who thinks and underestands and is powerful, than it is me.
In the dream, I understand that I am the strongest they have ever seen. I understand that I am not normal. Before I am caught and sold to her, I do many many bad things, I am nearly feral.
My father ends up with a business making sticky buns for the higher class. And I help, but the way I help is using my powers to create them. They are beautiful and exotic and sell well, and it keeps him and my brother from being slaves in truth.
But everyone knows that I am what I am, and knows I should be caught. There is a scene at the auction where I levitate EVERYONE in the room. EVERYONE. Without sweating or breaking anyone. I can do this so easily.
It was only because of the mischief with the princess that I was caught at all.
I am glad for the old woman, and for her stout maleservant, and for how they train adn teach me, to understand my powers and understand myself.
But this class system is wrong, and my people should not be slaves. I knwo this.
I wake up, adn the first thought is, I’ve had this dream before. I know this dream. I know this world. I know these people. This is one of my dreamselves and her life, who she is, how she is. I know this reality, this is another place, another time, another….another ME.
And I have a headache now. And have soaked through my clothing, as if it were me that had been running away, as the girl in the dream did.