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You have the power to visit and manipulate people's dreams. What do you do in them? What do you do?
I had just had a very heated argument about the future of our company with my co-owner, Justin. We had just reached a point of valuable importance in the eyes of the public, so a businessman by the name of Kyle Daniels had offered us a large amount of money for the company. I simply could never fathom selling something I put my heart and soul into. This is my dream job and I had bled, sweat, and endured for it. Justin, however, believes that we should sell it for the quick buck. I knew it was foolish going into business with such a dolt among men. Sometimes I wonder just how irradiated his gene pool is. Mr. Daniels is clearly going to buy our company, and sell it to the highest bidder at some pretentious auction of old rich white men. Some I imagine with particularly orange hair. My dream will then be destroyed and mass-manufactured to be sold as a quantity over quality product for the pedestrian consumer. Nothing in god’s creation can convince me to sell, and from how Justin is acting, he feels the same about his side. We must, however, reach some sort of consensus. I pull myself under my covers still quite peeved of earlier events, closing my eyes all I can think is of Justin and his little mind. As I drift into my slumber I find that something is off. Nothing I can quite point out until I realize that events are not quite making sense, and are not even from my point of view. Justin appears to be speaking to the barista he’s had a crush on from the beginning of time, except he isn’t wearing pants, the barista has a giraffe head and they’re no chairs in the damn place. Not until I mention it to myself. A chair more comfortable than ever appears behind my back and I instinctively sit. I suppose this is what they call a lucid dream. I have control here. It is at my command. Perhaps I should play out a few scenarios here, just to give me a little peace. How about I show Justin just how hard he’s worked for our company. Before he has time to react, the scene changes entirely. Every hardship we’ve overcome together plays like a home movie before him. With that, I’m much happier as he appears to grow nostalgic. I then show him the auction house I had imagined before and how these rich would massacre our dreams. He appears convinced and a blaring noise wakes me from the comfort of my subconscious. I tap the top of my clock to cease the jarring noises I had picked specifically to wake me up. My morning is as normal as ever until breakfast when I flip my omelet, a familiar tone rings my phone. It’s Justin. He had called to inform me of his change of mind. He spoke of all the things we did to win our company and how he wouldn’t give it up so easily. I agreed and hung up happy with him, and myself for that matter. I couldn’t explain why but I felt proud and perhaps a little responsible for his change of heart. My day had continued normally until the end of course. I had reached my apartment floor and there awaiting me was Mr. Daniels. He had approached me in front of my own home about a larger offer on the company. The audacity of this man is astounding. I, of course, reflected his every pitch and went angrily to bed. That horrid man was all I could think of as I dozed off. Funny enough I find him in a bit of his own nightmare. Mr. Daniels was speaking to some authority about how he hasn’t been able to seal the deal in the last couple of months. I appear to be in another lucid dream. Perhaps I should crank this nightmare up to eleven. It’s party time, Mr. Daniels. His bosses' faces surround him and he’s pulled into the void of the floor with demon hands at my command. I showed him my nightmares, my father, and what he did to me, except to him. I then show him my fantasies of what I could do to him if I had the chance. I show him death and pain, and it appears our connection grows further each time he attempts to escape. A familiar blaring sound had awoken me and I had felt very proud. I simply could not explain my lucid dreams until I had come across an odd article online a couple of days later: Darsney Employee of the Month, Kyle Daniels Arrested After Emotional Breakdown at Work. It had spoken of how he was panicking about my company and how they should back off from the buy. My mind runs out of answers until I come to what is probably my strangest conclusion. I am no lucid dreamer. I am a dream weaver. A master of other’s minds. It is at my command. I tested this over the course of the month wild mild changes to people’s dreams, and how that affected their lives. I started with Justin’s crush barista and painted him as a hero to her damsel in distress. I did this continuously and I found out that she's grown more affectionate to him. Something knocked at the back of my mind though. The irritating thought that it could be a coincidence. So I decided to take it away. My following dream I convinced her that Justin was some dangerous terrible man capable of her nightmares. As soon as ever Justin came to me in a panic about how the barista had simply broken up with him out of nowhere with the reason that she simply could not trust him. That confirmed it. I have anyone at my command. Only the future will tell how I use this. I could change the world if I could figure a way to command more than one person’s dreams at a time. Oh, the places I’ll go and the people I’ll change. I simply cannot wait. I start with a couple of simpletons who run a small bank close to our offices. It had taken a couple of weeks, but I convinced them all that it would be perfectly normal to take all the money and leave it in a couple of bags a few blocks away for an hour or two. I picked them up at the designated time and none were the wiser. This was proof that I can even change strong moral standards. Or could I. I cannot be sure unless I were to convince one to take a life. But surely that should be beyond anyone’s control, or at least that’s what I thought until that little knocking got louder and louder. I had to know. Tonight six people will die at the hands of a congressman and I cannot wait to see what the media makes of it.
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