Dreams: the Invisibles
The night before my birthday, I had a dream that I was being inducted into an Invisibles cell. In case you're unaware, the Invisibles is a comic by Grant Morrison about an "ancient and secret network of freedom fighters dedicated to the liberation and the evolution of Humankind". In my dream, I was in some sort of dark basement, smelling of wood and dirt. There, King Mob was teaching me how to tap into my unknown powers. He handed me bunch of small handles and touched my mind, showing me where I could access the ability to light them. He told me to bring my finger tip to the wick. I did that and it started on fire, illuminating the basement. Afterwards, he showed me this comic book with four panels on one page. The first panel was a vague image of two men, followed by a second panel or black. The third panel was similar to the first, although the images were more clear than the first, the fourth panel was also black. I went into my mind and the room was covered in an energy that was comparable to a radar sweep. When the energy hit me, I begame that image in the panel in the comic book, and a speech baloon appeared with the dialogue that King Mob and I were having at that moment about my powers.

After that, Mob and I left the cave to meet with another member of the cell, Ragged Robin. She and King Mob enbraced. At that time I realized that I had to visit a psychologist. King Mob and Ragged Robin warned me that I shouldn't go, that seeing someone like that would make me more neurotic than I was already and that seeing him would my first step into the realm of Control and Conformity. In my gut, I knew that the only reason that I had joined the Invisibles was because I lied and seeing the psychologist would aleviate me from that guilt. King Mob told me that they were my friends and that they could help me more than a head shrinker.

And then I woke up.