Fiery archangel

27 03 2012

March 27th, 2012


It was all over the news: superheroes: they existed after all!  And by superheroes, I mean like X-Men.  They had powers and everything and everyone was really curious about who these people were.  Somehow, I found myself in my elementary school’s gymnasium where two or three other people sat on stools and were being interviewed.  Someone thrusted me onto the last stool and as they talked (I don’t remember about what), I didn’t know what to do.  They all talked in a row and when it got to me, I said to them and the small audience gathered in front of us, “If I knew more about the subject I would say something but I don’t.  Excuse me.”  I promptly left the building.

Sometime before the interview, I figured out I had powers.  I was going around throwing fireballs from my hand– created by saying, “Fireball!” and then two fiery orbs would appear in my palms, ready to be thrown– at some sort of enemy.  Now freed from the gym, I ran a bit then jumped.  My large, white wings filled the sky and I was airborne, clearing fence after fence.  Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t go very high (as I always find myself limited in my dreams like that), and realized there was someone chasing me; not an enemy, but more of an annoying civilian.  I tried to fly away and it appeared I was going at a decent speed but I suppose not because I could always hear his voice not very far behind me.  I had this image of giving up and hiding myself in a pile of blankets and pillows, only to be discovered by that annoying guy, and I think it actually did happen.  Add in some more scenes of me flying around to houses and trying to throw some more fireballs around and that’s about it.

I wish I were an X-Men.  Or rather, I wish I had powers.