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"The Boss said you have no real power," said Mark.

"He was right," said the voice.

"But I thought..." started Sara, then stopped herself. "I lied, Mark, it's true. They have no power. I just had to give you hope."

"Is that the only lie you've told me?" asked Mark and regretted doing so instantly. Sara looked hurt but didn't say anything.

"We have no power," said a different voice, a voice that sounded impossibly old. "There is nothing left of us but our wisdom..."

"I would appreciate the benefit of your wisdom," said Mark.

"We have no power...but you do," said the aged voice. "You can use it to return home. The truth is, you can use it to do whatever you want. You power could be equal to that of the boss, if only you were to unlock it."

"Then how?" asked Mark.

"I thought you wanted the benefit of our wisdom? Mark, we urge you, do NOT use your power in such a way. Once you get a taste of it the power will consume you as it has done others before you, as it would have done us if we had not chosen to sleep here in the forgotten void."

"But if I don't use my power, then what will I..."

"Join us."
 
Yay!
 
"What?" asked Mark. "But you're just..."

"Voices? We were like you once, Mark, so was the boss. We chose to become what we are so we wouldn't become like him. You can do the same. Or you could go home"

The idea of going home terrified Mark more than he would ever admit. Everything "felt" different in the dream realm. There was none of the uncomfort he felt in real life. He felt free, like he could go anywhere, be anything...even when being faced by the boss. He wasn't human anymore, he knew that. He couldn't go home.

"If I became one of you..."

"What would you do? We sleep, Mark, but that doesn't mean we are bored. We can still dream, inside ourselves. Our dreams aren't a part of the larger dream realm, they have no influence there, but we enjoy them. I think you'd find dreaming with us rather satisfying."

"What I was gonig to ask," said Mark, kurtly, "before you interrupted, is what would happen to Sara?"

Sara looked surprised by this. "I didn't think you'd care what happens to a liar," she said.

"Don't be like that," said Mark. And he took her hand and everything between them was okay again.

"Sara is a lovely girl," said the voice, with feeling. "But she's not as powerful as you. As us. She could not join is in our sleep."

"Then I'm not interested," said Mark.

"Then what will you do?" asked the voice.

"I don't know," said Mark, honestly.

"You should join them," said Sara. "Really, you should. If you don't, there's a risk that somehow the boss will turn you to his way of thinking. I know you'd never consciously join him, but he's powerful, he could capture you again, torture you...torture me...join them. I got by here without you for years, I'll...I'll be fine."

"I'm not going to leave you," said Mark and it was clear by his tone he would have no further argument.

"Well," said the old voice. "I've dreamed of love, but that was the first time I've seen it first hand. The first time I can remember anyway...didn't I love you once?"

"I'm sure you did," said the more talkative of the voices. "How could you not!"

"Yes...anyway, you are free to stay here as long as you want," said the old voice. Then silence. Mark and Sara floated through the void, together. "There isn't much to do, I'll admit," said the old voice.

"I don't think we should stay," said Mark. "I think we should fight."
 
best continuing story ever
 
"You can't fight the Boss..." Sara started, not believing what she'd just heard.

"Why not? I mean, it's said that I could potentially become as powerful as him, his equal. If anyone can fight him, it's me."

"But he's been at this since near the beginning of time!" said Sara. "You've only been here a few days!"

"She's right," said the old voice. "You would have no chance."

"Do you know that for a fact?" asked Mark. "Or are you just saying that because it was the excuse you used when you came to hide here, rather than fight him?"

"You have no idea, child," said the other voice. "Do you think you are even the first to try and fight him? He has turned others, Mark, others like you, not as potentially powerful as you I'll grant, but still like you, and made them his demons."

"Well, you said it, not as potentially powerful as me...I could train..."

"Training to defeat him would mean becoming like him," said the old voice. "And we have already warned you of the danger of experiencing such power. You would not be yourself anymore. Your choice is to do nothing or to join him. It is that simple. We know this, Mark, we have studied him for eons."

"There has to be...something!" said Mark, frustrated. "There has to be some reason I'm here!"

"Ah, hero complex, I recognise that," said the younger voice. "You think because you are the Chosen One, so to speak, then you must have some special heroic desting to fulfil. The truth is, Mark, you are good for one thing and that is helping the boss take control of the Universe. Nothing else. This isn't a story, this is real."

"I've had enough of this!" said Mark, angry, and just like that he and Sara were out of the void and back in the busy city...except it wasn't so busy now, it was empty. Mark walked angrily and briskly down the street, Sara followed, Sara struggled to keep up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, almost running beside him.

"I don't know...somewhere," said Mark. "This city seems to go on forever."

"You're making it with your mind," said Sara.

"Oh...I forgot. That's quite crazy, isn't it?" He stopped walking. "Me, making a city with my mind, and not even aware of it. Fucking crazy...how did I become this? What am I? Am I even a man anymore?"

"You are a man," said Sara, putting her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure of that."

"No...I'm some kind of dream...thing. Sara...I want to go home. I want to be normal. I know I said I'd never wanted to be human again, having experienced these powers...but nothing good can ever come of me being here. I see that now. No heroic destiny. I'd take my old life back if I could have it."

"You can," said Sara, fighting back tears. "You can go back."

"But you..."

"I'll be fine," she lied. And then they were both crying.

And then the skyscrapers of the city were being ripped down by a giant robot. It spoke with the voice of the boss.

"Do you really think it's over?" it asked, as Mark and Sara began to run.
 
This is the only thread at TK that I have a subscription to, lol.
 
They ran faster. Mark started to run faster than he would ever have thought possible. He grabbed a hold of Sara and she was moving as fast as him. The city became a grey blur. Yet the Boss Robot kept coming, tearing all in front of him to pieces.

"Mark...you have to fight," said Sara. He concentrated and made his own giant robot appear. The boss stopped his persuit. The robots collided in a clash of steel and sparks.

In seconds, the Boss Robot had pulled Mark's robot's head off and the chase was back on.

"That wasn't good enough," said Sara.

"I tried my best!" said Mark, becoming disorientated by how fast the world was moving by.

"You must fight him yourself," she said.

"But..."

"You can do it." Mark stopped moving. The city appeared around he and Sara again. The Boss was still flying towards them, smashing through everything in his path. Then Mark saw Sara become smaller and the whole city become smaller. Except it wasn't. He was becoming bigger. Mark had transformed himself into a giant robot.

And he was bigger than the Boss.

The Boss robot almost looked impressed. Then Mark took a swing with his massive metal fist, impacting the Boss in its face and sending him crashing backwards through more buildings. Mark leapt high into the air and tried to land on the Boss Robot, but it rolled out of the air and then sweeped Mark's legs out from under him. The Boss Robot mounted Mark and swung down with blow after blow. Mark felt them at first...but then blocked it out. He grabbed a hold of the boss and threw him over his head, mounting the Boss Robot as he did and holding him around his neck.

"I feel we have more to say to each other," said Mark.
 
"What are you going to do?" said the boss, laughing in his mechanical voice. "Kill me? Do you think you can hold me here, in this form?"

Mark considered this. "Well I'm doing a pretty good job of it for the moment." He felt something. It was another robot...it was Boris. Mark looked up at the Boris bot.

"Long time no see," he said. Then he fired lazers from his eyes and the Boris bot was consumed by fire.

"Mark..." said Sara. He looked down at her. She was so small...so human. He could crush her with one of his massive hands...

"I know what you're thinking," said the boss, in a sadistic voice. "You've felt it now. You've killed. You have power. Use it, use it with me! Learn from me and together the whole galaxy will be our plaything!"

"Actually I was thinking it's time to go home," said Mark. And, suddenly, he was himself again and the boss was just an orange cat, in his hands. Boris was lying on the ground, smoke rising from his body. Sara checked on him...and he grabbed her hand.

"You can't keep me down that easily," he said, starting to get up. Sara punched him hard in the face, knocking him out.

"Shut up, Boris," she said then walked over to Mark.

"You go home, you lose her," said the boss.

"Do you love anything?" Mark asked the boss.

"I'm beyond love!" said the boss, dismissively.

"Exactly," said Mark. "If I stay, I become like you, and my love for Sara will be gone. I'll lose her anyway. So I am going home. I'm waking up."

He let the boss go, and the little cat ran down the street, he voice echoing back. "FOOL! You can't go home! You can't just leave here, your mind won't let you. You're mine, Mark, MINE. FOREVER!"

"Whatever," said Mark. Then he finally looked at Sara.

"So..." she said.

"So..." he said. And they hugged.

"How are you going to do it?" she asked.

"I don't know," he confessed. "I feel like I'll have to move into it, somehow...like there's layers of dreaming I'm buried in. I just don't know where to start."

"Well I think we should get out of this city," said Sara.

"I agree," said Mark. "I suppose I could just make it go..."

"Or we could fly," said Sara. "Remember when we flew together?"

Mark thought back to that time, the first time he'd talked with Sara, so long ago it seemed now. "Actually, I flew. You just sat on a branch."

"Well, let's make up for that now," she said and took his hand.
 
They were flying. But it didn't feel like flying, whatever they'd expected flying to feel like. It felt natural, like they'd been doing it all their lives. The city was small below them and getting smaller. Soon it was a dot and they could see whole countries, whole continents. They were flying around the Earth, although it wasn't actually the Earth but just something Mark had made in his head. But it felt real and Mark felt like Superman. He let go of Sara's hand and, to his surprise, she started plumetting back down to Earth. He quickly flew after her and caught her in her arms.

"Don't worry, I've got you," he said.

"You've got me?" she asked. "Who's got you!"

They both laughed. "Glad you made a movie reference I actually got this time," he said. They soared around the Earth together. After a time he felt he had to say what was on her mind. "So when I let go of you there, how come you fell?"

"I'm not as powerful as you, Mark," she said, gazing down at the world below.

"Yeah, but you taught me how to fly!" he said. She gazed into his eyes now. It didn't matter that they were in the Earth's upper atmosphere anymore, what mattered was that they were together.

"I've never flown this high," she confessed. "I couldn't do this without you."

"Where to now?" he added.

"Infinity and beyond...sorry, too many movie references..."

They flew now into the dark, away from the Earth, until it was but a tiny blew dot in the distance. They passed many strange worlds, worlds of ice and fire, square planets, planets shaped like giant ducks...it got more surreal the further they went.

"Mark, are you shaping this?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I stopped when we left the solar system. We're flying through dreams now...I think."

"You can fly right out, right back to bed, "she said, encouragingly.

"Not yet," he said.

"You have to let me go, Mark," she said. "The long you wait, the harder it'll be."

"I'm not leaving you in space!" he reasoned.

"We're not in space, we're in dreams and I'd find my way home. It might take me longer than it would you, but I'd get there in the end. Or maybe I'd go somewhere else, far from The Boss, Boris and all that lot. They'd find me eventually, but for a while I'd be free."

"And you're sure, absolutely sure, that you can't just wake up?" asked Mark.

"Mark, I was in a car crash, my body was destroyed...the boss caught me before there was nothing left and took me here."

"He told you this?" asked Mark.

"Well, yes, but I remember the crash."

They landed on a nearby planetoid made out of cheese.

"I'll try and wake up," sad Mark. "But I have a question first."

"Go on then," she sighed.

"What's your full name?"
 
Umm, I just realised that earlier Sara said she killed herself but here it was a car crash. LET'S JUST SAY she drove her car into a river.
 
He was flying, but not through space anymore, rather through dreams. He had left Sara behind. He couldn't say how long, but it seemed a very long time indeed. He felt he was changing as he flew on, and he realised that indeed he was. He was losing control. He was no longer shaping the world around him. He was waking up.

It was as if he was still and the dreams of others were passing through him. He saw things he could never possibly have imagined. He felt emotions he never knew existed. He felt like he knew each person as their dreams touched him.

Then he was back in the giant beehive.

"What took you so fucking long?" asked Rupert The Bear, who promptly threw up all over the floor.

"You okay, Rupert?" asked Mark.

"You said you'd buy me a drink!" said Rupert.

"Did I?"

"Well, you should have. Buy me a fucking drink!"

"I think I'll have one myself," said Mark. A waitress, half human, half bee, appeared and handed them both green drinks.

"So you're waking up," said Rupert, downing whatever the green liquid was. "Well fucking done!"

"If I'm waking, are you just...a normal dream?" asked Mark.

"Do I look like a normal fucking dream?" said Rupert.

"I suppose you're just another aspect of my personality represented in dream form..."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that!"

"Do you think getting drunk will make it easier to wake up?" mused Mark.

"Yeah, maybe...hey, get the fuck away from my legs you furry bastard!"

Rubbing up against Rupert's legs was a ginger cat. For a moment Mark thought he'd have to fight again, that there would be some other obstacle. Of course it wouldn't be so easy to wake up, the boss would never make it so easy. But he looked at the cat as it rubbed against Rupert and he realised something.

"It's only a dream," said Mark.

"Then I guess you won't mind if I kick it!" said Rupert, aiming a boot at the cat's rear. Mark wearily stepped forward to stop this animal abuse, but he legs turned to jelly. He fell onto his back. He looked up. The roof of the beehive was spinning above him. Rupert the bear's face was spinning too. "Sleepy time's over," said the bear.
 
THE BOSS!!!
 
!!!

I like how he slipped Rupert- a personal favourite of mine - into the (NON)dream.
 
Mark could see Sara, the Boss, Boris, Rupert and then his family, his parents, his brother, even his co-workers after that, face after face running through his head, relentlessly.

"STOP IT!" he shouted but they just went faster and faster until they were a blur and it felt now like it was Mark he was moving forward at an incredible rate, his whole world streaming past beside him.

"STOP IT!" he shouted again. He was moving so fast now that there wasn't even a blur anymore there was nothing but him, speeding towards his destiny and he could see it at last, he could see...

"STOP IT!" he shouted. "STOP!" He was about to hit the ceiling of his bedroom, crash into it...but he stopped. He stopped in his bed. He was sweating badly. He was terrified. But he was awake.

"Shut up, Mark!" came out a voice from outside and he recognised at as his brother's voice. He looked around. His bedroom didn't look real, it looked like a memory, like he was still dreaming...but it wasn't as vivid as a dream. He knew it must be real.

He tried to get up and fell on the floor with a thud. He'd forgotten how to walk. Then he found himself short of breath. He'd forgotten how to breath.

It was strange, it hadn't occured to him that the longer he'd been in the dreamrealm the less and less human he'd felt, that he'd been moving through sheer force of will and that he'd no longer had a physical body, but he realised it now. He was back in his body...and it was heavy. He pulled himself up. His bedroom door opened and his brother walked in.

"What the fuck, are you drunk?" he asked.

"Don't...swear..." said Mark.

"It's 6am and you were shouting out in your sleep! Did you even get any sleep, actually?" asked his brother. And Mark was confused, but only for a moment. It wasn't surprising really that time moved at a different speed in the real world than in the dream realm.

"I was only gone for a few hours..." he said, ignoring his brother and looking around his room. Everything was indeed exactly as he'd remembered it.

"You're crazy," said his brother. "Go back to sleep."

But Mark had stuff to do. He turned his computer on. He had a purpose.

He had to find Sara.
 
Oh dear, he was actually in the bath tub when he feel asleep...I really should read the whole thing to avoid continuity errors. LET'S JUST SAY he sleep walked back to bed.
 
Or it's like Eternal Darkness (have you played that?) and he goes a little nuts and wakes up in a different place sometimes. OR HE WAS SLEEPWALKING.
 
I'll do some ret-conning.

NO I NEVER PLAYED THAT.
 
THE SLEEP WALKING EXCUSE WORKS FOR ME

oh, and for the story too.....
 
He was in bed. He was happy. He was home. Had he just walken up or had he been lying awake for hours? He couldn't tell. But he was comfortable. He shut his eyes again...

Then opened them quickly. He remembered that he'd been at the computer, trying to find Sara. He'd been at the computer...then he was in bed. But how did he get back into bed?

It was then that he remembered he'd been in the bath, what seemed like years ago but was only hours, when he'd been dragged almost permanently into the dream realm. Yet he had woken up in bed.

What was gonig on?

Had he got out the bath, dried himself, and got ready for bed in his sleep? Had he just sleep-walked back into bed from the computer? He suddenly realised how little control he had over his body now. Everything was pulling him back to bed, subconsciously. He wanted to go back to sleep, he wanted it more than anything...he had to stop himself. He slapped himself hard. He had to find Sara.

He went to the computer and was shocked by what he saw. It seemed he'd already found her, in his sleep. He went downstairs.

"Oh, you're up, want breakfast?" asked his mother.

"I'm going out," said Mark, leaving the house without even looking at her.

A few seconds later he ran back in and hugged her. She looked confused.

"Are you okay? You don't look like you've slept," she said.

"I have something to do, don't worry...I'm fine...I'm fine," he said. He smiled and left the house. Everything seemed strange and unreal, like a dream. Exactly like a dream, just not one of his...
 
Oh.. is he in Sara's dream?
 
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