At dawn, I dreamed of mutants. It was dawn because I already slept an hour or so past midnight. So anyway, these mutants–they could be superheroes, for that matter, since they were a good lot trying to fight an evil flying lady of darkness. When I say a good lot, they were plenty of them–flying women, shapeshifters, men with ‘insect-like’ powers, those that creates magnetic force fields or something, you name it. It was a pretty fun dream–I would have, without a doubt, prefer it over still horrible images of decomposed bodies of children and secretive smiles of serial killers (I was watching ‘Bones’ last night).

In my dream (I’m shifting now to present tense since this would sound like a movie review), there are two ‘flying’ sisters who are as opposite as night and day. They are literally born with black and white robes, suddenly all full-grown, like butterflies. The one with a black robe wants to play (or cast evil, in that sense) with the people of the Earth. I must point out, though, that this whole scenario happens somewhere in a mountainous forest with dirt paths as roads (must be in Africa) and the people are no people at all. They have powers, only that the evil sister didn’t know that. The good one, stereotypically wearing the white robe, is aware, on the other hand, so she covenes all these mutants, including me, my best friend, and a couple of other friends (Mel, you should read this) to force some sense on the evil sister and get her to realize that the world is no playground for her power testing. We are living in a hut protected by a force field, courtesy of one of my friends. A war ensues, I remember. But…

Like almost all the other dreams I have, the latest one was cut short by loud voices in our kitchen and the church choir (one of our neighbors is a chapel belonging to a different Catholic denomination).

It was just as well…So that I can choose the ending. Of course, it would have to be world peace.