Story time nightmares…
So there it was, with all the powers of super humans gathered together. To take a cruise ship in order to release this wealthy woman’s daughter from hostage captivity.
Until learning upon that voyage that the woman in charge of the operation was not only coming along for the ride across the sea, but was also against the powers she had hired to do the job.
What happened then was as anyone would surmise in such an environment. The hostess who had at the beginning assured the freedom and agency of the 1,000 beings with powers, had now become more overbearing. Where was once promised the ability to leave at any moment before the operation started, was now met with strict confinement aboard the massive vessel. Persecution began to run amok. These beings with powers often came along with visible deformities. And issues of thievery and vandalism became an issue, that led to directly casting suspicion upon those that signed for a job, and only them.
Rebellion would have taken its own form if not for the massive amount of bullets that still had the capacity to end these super beings lives. For her 1,000 employed super powered freaks, she had 5,000 armed guards. This made escape nigh impossible. The few that demanded their right to leave as was stated in the contract were immediately executed. Giving way to temporary compliance.
Food began being withheld. The restrictions of cells aboard the ship and handcuffs being applied. There was one with a unique power however that decided they were the only one who could overturn the one sided rule of law aboard the ship. He had the power of zombification. Black sludge issued from his mouth. And anything that touched it, gained his will. Effectively making him a one man army. His weakness being that cleaning the sludge from a persons body returned them to their senses. However the sludge also reproduced and multiplied making it not always easy to get rid of.
My power in this nightmarish dream sequence was a relatively simplified ability of immortality. He came to me with his plan. Both of us immortal in our own respective ways he felt some camaraderie in believing an alliance would benefit us both.
We went along with his ideas pan to disengage her defenses during an operation briefing. Where within a large movie theatre section of the cruise liner, everyone was to sit down and listen to how our plan to infiltrate a small jungles fortress would lead to the freedom and rescue of her daughter.
My role was to distract her and misguide her into making a mistake with how she issued her orders. Since I was more “trustworthy” for not having any unnatural deformities which was common amongst the powered classes. I was seen as a mediator between them and her. It would be obvious that I betrayed her trust. And this the major scene unfolds.
The zombie man uses his ability to slowly drool his sludge onto the floor which begins spreading mostly unnoticeably. The plan was for us to get off the ship and make our way back home before taking on this suicide mission which we were mostly convinced we would come up as the losers over. After the sludge had spread to all those seated the zombie man then spewed his sludge en masse on nearby guards which for conversions sake. Behaved disgustedly and did not take on any characteristics of mind control. Beating on the zombie man and acting offended.
She ordered him to be executed immediately but I convinced her that we just needed more people to control him and that we could use him and any other defectors as members of the frontline instead of giving them death onboard the ship which would only continually lower our odds.
Everything went almost perfectly. All the way up to our boarding the only escape boat aboard the vessel. So what happened that ruined it? We were betrayed by another power user. What a shocker for dream me. Never saw it coming that they would betray their fellow power users in order to gain the position of trust I used to have with the wealthy woman who was now seething. He used his powers to help clean the sludge. And we were now surrounded by the people we were previously controlling to protect us during our escape.
And so what punishment did this result in. We were tied to electrical torture devices. And slowly killed in our immortal states. The zombie man slowly melted into a green version of his sludge from all the pain. While my body continues to vanish like some kind of illusionist act.
Of course being immortal I could not truly die. But they implanted torture devices into my body during its reappearance/regeneration. The zombie man did not regenerate and likely escaped the ship in its state of goo.
For whatever reason In the dream I later on become extremely close to the wealthy woman as one of her permanent friends. Despite that conflict. I later become her top agent and a part of her “family” which is little more than a grandiose mafia.
She offers to remove the devices implanted to torture me but out of principle my dream version immortal self refuses to remove them and keeps them as a reminder to never betray her again.
Dreams are weird. And the worst part was feeling all the pain during the long drawn out torture sequence. If it weren’t for that it wouldn’t have been a nightmare. Just a weird dream. The End.
Until learning upon that voyage that the woman in charge of the operation was not only coming along for the ride across the sea, but was also against the powers she had hired to do the job.
What happened then was as anyone would surmise in such an environment. The hostess who had at the beginning assured the freedom and agency of the 1,000 beings with powers, had now become more overbearing. Where was once promised the ability to leave at any moment before the operation started, was now met with strict confinement aboard the massive vessel. Persecution began to run amok. These beings with powers often came along with visible deformities. And issues of thievery and vandalism became an issue, that led to directly casting suspicion upon those that signed for a job, and only them.
Rebellion would have taken its own form if not for the massive amount of bullets that still had the capacity to end these super beings lives. For her 1,000 employed super powered freaks, she had 5,000 armed guards. This made escape nigh impossible. The few that demanded their right to leave as was stated in the contract were immediately executed. Giving way to temporary compliance.
Food began being withheld. The restrictions of cells aboard the ship and handcuffs being applied. There was one with a unique power however that decided they were the only one who could overturn the one sided rule of law aboard the ship. He had the power of zombification. Black sludge issued from his mouth. And anything that touched it, gained his will. Effectively making him a one man army. His weakness being that cleaning the sludge from a persons body returned them to their senses. However the sludge also reproduced and multiplied making it not always easy to get rid of.
My power in this nightmarish dream sequence was a relatively simplified ability of immortality. He came to me with his plan. Both of us immortal in our own respective ways he felt some camaraderie in believing an alliance would benefit us both.
We went along with his ideas pan to disengage her defenses during an operation briefing. Where within a large movie theatre section of the cruise liner, everyone was to sit down and listen to how our plan to infiltrate a small jungles fortress would lead to the freedom and rescue of her daughter.
My role was to distract her and misguide her into making a mistake with how she issued her orders. Since I was more “trustworthy” for not having any unnatural deformities which was common amongst the powered classes. I was seen as a mediator between them and her. It would be obvious that I betrayed her trust. And this the major scene unfolds.
The zombie man uses his ability to slowly drool his sludge onto the floor which begins spreading mostly unnoticeably. The plan was for us to get off the ship and make our way back home before taking on this suicide mission which we were mostly convinced we would come up as the losers over. After the sludge had spread to all those seated the zombie man then spewed his sludge en masse on nearby guards which for conversions sake. Behaved disgustedly and did not take on any characteristics of mind control. Beating on the zombie man and acting offended.
She ordered him to be executed immediately but I convinced her that we just needed more people to control him and that we could use him and any other defectors as members of the frontline instead of giving them death onboard the ship which would only continually lower our odds.
Everything went almost perfectly. All the way up to our boarding the only escape boat aboard the vessel. So what happened that ruined it? We were betrayed by another power user. What a shocker for dream me. Never saw it coming that they would betray their fellow power users in order to gain the position of trust I used to have with the wealthy woman who was now seething. He used his powers to help clean the sludge. And we were now surrounded by the people we were previously controlling to protect us during our escape.
And so what punishment did this result in. We were tied to electrical torture devices. And slowly killed in our immortal states. The zombie man slowly melted into a green version of his sludge from all the pain. While my body continues to vanish like some kind of illusionist act.
Of course being immortal I could not truly die. But they implanted torture devices into my body during its reappearance/regeneration. The zombie man did not regenerate and likely escaped the ship in its state of goo.
For whatever reason In the dream I later on become extremely close to the wealthy woman as one of her permanent friends. Despite that conflict. I later become her top agent and a part of her “family” which is little more than a grandiose mafia.
She offers to remove the devices implanted to torture me but out of principle my dream version immortal self refuses to remove them and keeps them as a reminder to never betray her again.
Dreams are weird. And the worst part was feeling all the pain during the long drawn out torture sequence. If it weren’t for that it wouldn’t have been a nightmare. Just a weird dream. The End.
36-40, M