Morpheus
Note: Morpheus will be a serialized short stories. It will be for fun, and I am sure you too will have fun with Morpheus... what would it be like for an old Greek god living in a modern day teenage be like? Find it out.
Morpheus:
Chapter 1: The Sticky Situation
Looking through someone’s eyes has been Morpheus ability since he was born, or it could be better said that the eyes of the sleepers or dreamers, during their most intense dreams. Just like the god from Greek mythology. Morpheus is just a tired fifteen year old boy; average looking, and average student. His long light brown hair is his only saving quality at least he thinks. It helps to hide his face from the girls in class. For the typical teenager reasons, and because his sleepless nights from so many years have made his face look older than it was. He sighs and looks out of the window.
It early December and outside is already freezing cold. He sees the bare trees and the fog coming in from the distance. His mind drifts to last night’s adventure, or better said nightmare. San Francisco is a big city and it is easy to land in someone’s nightmares without even trying. He hated living in such people packed city, hell he just hated living close to much people in general.
Anyway, during his nightmare adventure he was in a world full of mirrors. Under his feet he looked at the horror the mirrors reflected; or at least it was horror to the person he was controlling. There were many laughing women pointing at him, with their white teeth and showing and their breasts moving back and forward. He was wearing no pants and his boxers were stained. He tried to cover himself up, but as he continued to walk more and more women appeared on the mirrors. Urine ran down his weak legs and he began to shake. He needed to find an exit.
The mirrors began to spin on the walls and the laughs began to turn demonic. As it was typical such dreams always had a satanic feeling to it. The faces of the women began to melt away changing into skinless faces that continued to laugh. Now they were cursing the weak man walking in the hallway of mirrors. The place began to shake, Morpheus took complete control and pushed the weak man away into a corner of its mind and began to run towards an exit. With the mind of the man he imagined an axe and it magically appeared on his hands, and he began to lift it and crash every mirror that was closing on him. Pieces of mirrors fell to the ground with and the laughing demons continued to laugh on the shattered mirrors.
Morpheus began to see the exit not far from he was. It was the typical exit, with a door emitting an intense white light. He took a deep breath and quickly moved the weak man legs to the door. Before he reached it, he was grabbed by one of the laughing demons that were crawling out of the mirror. He swung his axe, but the demon had did not come lose, instead it continued to drag the weak man towards the mirror. Morpheus realized then that it was more than a nightmare, it was a vivid dream. He pushed himself out of the man’s dreaming mind and tried to connect himself with the man’s real mind. It was a more exhausting task, but he had to try it.
The first few seconds he tried to connect to the main mind, all he saw was whiteness. He knew that a hard fight was coming up, and as he was expecting. The mind defenses began activating, the whiteness turned into a battlefield. He was been attacked from every angle and he did his best to avoid making contact with any of the defenses. He could easily kill them, but it was risky. He would damage a critical part of the brain by hitting the wrong nerve. After a few seconds of avoiding the defenses he came up to the part that controlled the man dreams and state of awareness. It was the one responsible for causing such vivid dreams. The defenses here were harder to avoid, but as long as he did not trigger them he would be fine. Morpheus concentrated his own mind to make a connection with the man’s mind, and such a weak man easily accepted the connection. Most of the mind defenses he noticed were in complete chaos not only because of his intrusion but also for the vivid dream. He calmed them down slowly by ordering them into a state ready to be awake.
He needed to open the man’s eyes. But doing it too quickly would be shocking. He tried to search for the cause of the vivid dream on the man’s body. It was usually caused by some bad position the hands were in, or some external force that was forcing his body to panic. He felt that something was holding the man’s feet. He felt them trapped. He tried to move the man’s feet slowly from wherever they were stuck in. But they do not seem to respond and he tried another technique. This time he stopped the man’s breathing for a few seconds intervals and the man’s snoring became unnatural causing him to cough then he slowly began to wake up.
Morpheus saw with the man eyes under the darkness of the room and saw that his covers were to the side and that the man felt the coldness of the room instantly. The man looked down and noticed that his pajama was down to his knees and Morpheus at once understood why the vivid dream was happening. And he began to laugh, probably he had fallen a sleeping masturbating or something. He left the man’s mind at once and returned to his darkroom.
He smiles and his classmate asks, “What is so funny Morpheus?”
“Nothing, I just remembered something funny.” Morpheus says, and packs his books.
The bell rings, and the class is dismissed.
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