Disclaimer: Yet another dream I wish to record.


I don't usually find myself in these situations, but the cloak I wear I have found to be very romantic. We were super heroes not just yet, messing around with our powers for the first time outside. I was enshrouded in a black cloak of a jacket I had half sipped up. It let me glide around and move with the movement of others. It was smooth and careful, and I was the hardest to catch. Our fun was briefly interrupted by my uncle who had stopped me in my maniacal laughter, "Are you not even wearing it right?" he said with a concerned laugh. This cloak is one to make a person crazy? That's what his eyes say. Was he worried what would happen if I wore it right then?

He came over and zipped the jacket yp the rest of the way, the smooth black claw button locking itself into place as he did. A shock went through my mind and I found myself in a dark place with nothing around. my silhouette of myself turned to shades of white against the black background of where I had gone. I knelt down, and In front of me appeared a young man of a red outline. He looked at me. I looked up at him. I couldn't move. His face looked so calm, and I started to feel so comforted, like I was being held.

From the over world I could faintly hear the sounds of the others in panic. Unknown to myself what they saw was my cloak having loomed over me and begun to sink into the ground, my face covered only enough to see the blank expression on my eyes. My uncle quickly dragged the top of the cloak and ripped it off. I was brought back with an extreme shock as I shout at them all in anger, "Why would you do that to him?!" They all grew silent for a moment before telling me to remove the cloak. "I refuse. I refuse greatly. I don't want to do that to him," I return to their demand. He wants someone to be there, to hold onto him as much as me. I could feel his presence now awakened. I won't leave him.

It went on, I let myself be taken into the other plain to talk with him. He gave me to powers the closer we became. I could phase through things, change my size. He began to show the ability to manipulate the world around me himself. From time to time I would find he brought me things like icecream. I was wearing him, and he was holding me. Both of us were so close, and I felt safe to be inside him. However, there came a time when everyone tried to part us both. To try to keep us both alive he had come to the over world and left me with the face of another human to keep watch of me from a distance for when we can become close again.

This ruse of ours didn't last. His transformation was never perfect. His giveaway was a black and red piece of fabric that would glimmer at the right angle. At a restaurant the investigators who had me surrounded saw him as one of the waiters. He shot him and fell over the balcony that was over a cliff. My cloak was in incredible peril. It was a horrifying feeling to lose him. I rushed over to the edge as the grabbed onto me. I was so scared.

Below the balcony my Cloak had shifted into a black and scarlet. He could shift into more than just a human. When he returned to me I quickly put him on. The cloak and I in such rage and fright began out battle. He outstretched to push people out of the way, and I jumped to evade gunshots and move closer.

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The story doesn't finish as I woke up. Whether we lived or died is a mystery to me. I assume that when I awoke to my cloak I began to step deep into the crazy that I was unaware and people had to stop me by force. But his closeness was so comforting I could not refuse. I never felt like that in a dream before. It was intoxicating to wear.