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Dream Journal: I See an Invisible Dude at a Waterlogged Temple in the Jungle

So I’m with Scarlet and we’re at this old temple. Like old, old temple. Think Indiana Jones-style ruins only ours is smack dab in the middle of the jungle beside this winding river. So yeah, that place where the monkeys take Mowgli in the Jungle Book? We’re there. Decrepit, derelict, but not abandoned.

Because there’s this massive swim competition going on at said river, like a marathon only instead of running, you’re swimming long distance. And there’s a smorgasbord of people there. Like if I were conscious, my introverted little self would be panicking.

But I’m in a dream and I’m like “Frak yeah, this is my jam!” because I have water powers.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, I have water powers like I just strolled up out of the Southern Water Tribe with my waterbending self. Boom.

So, Scarlet and I are chilling at this river, and we’re on this ledge of the temple that might have been a grand entryway at one point, but the river grew and flooded the temple. The bottom five feet of the temple is underwater but it’s been that way for a while.

So we’re listening to this symphonic band playing music to pep up all the swimmers when these two guys drop down onto the ledge Scarlet and I are chilling on. And the second dude is kind of quiet but oh man, the first is annoyingly talkative.

I get up and start pacing back and forth on the ledge we’re sitting on because this dude won’t stop talking. Then he gets to the point where he tells Scarlet that he’s invisible. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, dude says he’s invisible.

I look over, just to reaffirm, and yep. I see him. Pale face. Aviator glasses obscuring his eyes. Red hair.

So I say, “Dude. No.”

And he looks me in the eye and says, “Babe. Yes.”

So I turn back around and start dancing and waterbending a bit to show off because screw that guy. He comes over to me, rips off his glasses all dramatic like to reveal his still-seeable hazel eyes, then balances his sunglasses on my foot.

Now I can’t dance because I don’t want to be that person and drop his sunglasses into murky river water. And he’s giving me this smug grin because I can see his stupid face and he knows I don’t want to drop them. That grin ticks me off so I start dancing again anyway, glasses or no balanced on my foot. But I’m careful to keep them from dropping into the water because I’m nice like that.

Then I have a thought, and whipping around, I ask, “If you’re invisible, who cuts your hair? Because they have to see it to cut it.”

Homeboy starts sputtering like a fish out of water trying to come up with an answer. I give him a self-satisfied nod before I start dancing again.

His glasses slip into the water, naturally.

Scarlet comes up beside me, watching as they sink deeper into the water, disappearing from view, and she’s like, “That’s too bad.”

And I’m like, “Hey, watch this.” And I waterbend those suckers back onto Flourder-lips-I’m-NOT-REALLY-invisible-dude’s face because now he’s freaking out that I can control water. As he should.

And that’s when I wake up.

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