Yesterday night I had a dream... It was about Superman... yes... Superman... I don't know why it was about superman it just was... it wasn't creepy or anything but I guess I'll write it in a story sort of form because I just like to write things that way.
Rory had been Clark's friend when they were little. It had always been that way. But she had moved away. She had been the only person, other then his parents that had ever really known about his secret. That he could fly and do all sorts of other things. Superman sat alone, thinking about his friend. He hadn't seen her since he was thirteen. Yes... thirteen. He was at least five years older then that now. He was even in a group. They were all 'special' and they saved lives nearly everyday. He sighed. Why did she have to go away? He needed her... well not really... he wanted her to be there. Superman sighed again. "Superman?" it was Brainy... again. Why did he always seem to bother him when he was thinking about her...
She had finally done it! She built a time machine! And now she could go where ever she wanted... into the future... into the past. "Let's go see the future then... I'm sure they have time machines there!" So Rory pressed down the button... teleporting herself 1100 years into the future...
"So what your telling me is that you've picked up some sort of break in the time traveling thing and it's not future going to past it's from the past to the future?" Superman asked Brainy for about the hundredth time. "Yes... and the signal is slightly different from the time machines that we have in this time... it's not as strong..."
"So somebody picked up a faulty time machine! What's the big deal? You shouldn't worry about it to much brainy." Superman said... not really interested in how a signal of the time machine was weaker than usual.
"I am going to worry about it! I want you to check it out. You need to go down the first alley on 31st street."
Superman started to protest but Brainy threw him that look he always gave him when he meant it.
"Can't believe he made me do this... what's the big deal? It's just a weak signal!" Superman mumbled as he flew down to the alley. Then he saw it... a... girl? Those definately weren't 31st century clothes. She looked... amazed at what she saw around her. He flew down to her... something seemed strangely familiar about her. She looked a lot like...
"Clark?" The girl asked. Now that was just strange! Everybody from the 31st century called him Superman. Nobody actually knew his given name. He hadn't beem called that since he left for the future. "No you can't be him... he's still back in the present... 1100 years to be exact. You must be like... his great, great, great, great, to many greats to count grandson!"
Superman shook his head, "Actually... I am Clark. May I ask... how exactly do you know me?" ...
Okay... And that's all I can remember from my dream... it probably went farther then that... maybe some bad guy came... I dunno but it's kinda weird how I had a dream about Superman isn't it?
 I n k y B l u e F a n t a · Tue Jun 26, 2007 @ 04:41am · 0 Comments |
