Summoner: The Book of Dimension

44 Gets Out Of The Dream

In a split second, he changed his mind and decided to turn toward an alley and dashed past a few buildings. Fortunately, it was possible in her dream. He swore it wouldn’t be possible in real life.

Looking out, he looked for the tall building with the red beam. He was sure that the woman was there. He didn’t know what she was up to with this dream, but seeing those explosions, he was about to blow the whole city.

He wouldn’t be tired to remind himself that if either or both of them died with the octopus still outside, then they’d die as well. He didn’t want to die, and he didn’t want someone to die on his watch. He knew it would bug him if someone died without him trying to at least save them.

While driving with worries of being bombed from the plane above, he continued driving to the tall building. It didn’t take him long to get there.

He parked in front of the tall building, but to his surprise, there were a lot of people wearing suits and sunglasses. He walked out of the car, and the men quickly looked at Peter.

He was intimidated by their number, so he tried to create guns and bulletproof vests for himself, but it never worked. “s**t, why is this not working?” he asked.

Two men walked to him. “What do you need, sir?” one of them asked Peter.

He cleared his throat and straightened his shirt. “Have you seen a girl with black wavy hair? Her eyes were blue and she’s about this tall,” he asked gesturing his hand until his ear to tell how tall the woman was. The two men just looked at him. He sighed. “She had a small but visible birthmark on her hand. Left hand.”

The two men looked at each other and one of them walked a safe distance to talk while holding on his ear, looking at Peter’s direction. The other man confronted Peter. “Why are you looking for Miss President?”

Peter stepped back and started to laugh. As expected, the woman’s dream plot was being a president. Those men were watching Peter intently, while one of the two men who walked to him was still talking to someone while holding on his ear.

He was desperate to get to her and stop her dream. He didn’t know the whole plot, but he expected that she was in some high position while on that tall building.

But seeing those men with guns on their hip, he wouldn’t survive the dream. He had to have weapons for him.

He tried to alter the dream, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t change the dream. Even creating things was impossible.

He looked inside the pickup truck to see if there was any gun in the dashboard, but he found nothing. However, when he was about to go out again, he found something on the seat beside him. A bag was under the seat.

Leaning, he stretched his hand and reached for the bag. It was a black gym bag, and it had something heavy and metallic. He unzipped the bag and his eyes sparkled at the guns inside. It was the same as what he created when he was helping her with the zombies.

He had the presumption that she remembered the bag of guns deep in her memories and somehow it ended up with her dream of being a president.

“Sweetcakes,” he said and took two MP5K, both reloaded with bullets. He also took two extra pistols on a holster, wrapped around his waist. There was a bulletproof vest there, and he made sure he wore one.

He walked out of the pickup truck and lifted one MP5K, aiming at the men in front of the building. Before they could even get their guns, he fired at them and killed them in no less time. He then walked inside the building. Four people on suit came at him and fired at him, but all missed his body. He fired them with the rest of the bullets and tossed the empty gun.

He safely got to the elevator. He was calm and he thought he got everything under control. Well, that, he couldn’t tell yet.

The elevator stopped on the highest floor of the building, and when the doors opened, men in the black suit were waiting for him there. He quickly drew his MP5K and fired at them, killing them all until he was out of the bullet. He tossed the gun again and took one of his pistols. He walked around the floor and found a room with “Miss President labeled with gold metallic paint.

He knocked on the door, but he laughed after. “Why would I knock? Am I stupid?” he talked to himself. He then kicked the door and there revealed the woman. He was surrounded by men. Now that he looked closely, they all looked the same. He could tell even with sunglasses. Their hair and head shape. Even their physique.

He laughed. “I am Miss President’s friend,” he said, emphasizing her title.

The woman who was wearing pink formal suit pants stood up. “I don't recall a friend looking like you,” she said.

Peter nodded. “So, even after all those dreams, you still won’t remember me?” he asked quietly.

“What did you say?” one of the men said.

He sighed. “I said, protect your Miss President well,” he said and started firing his pistol at the men while dodging their fire as well.

A man from the back appeared and choked him with an arm on his neck. He coughed and kicked the wall, which made the man thrown to the floor. He broke free and sat up, firing at its chest. He moved to his right when another man tried to fire the gun at him, and quickly killed it with one shot.

Two men were left, and they were in front of the woman. He sighed. “I hate to break this to you, but this is a dream. You should stop the explosion from outside. You don’t want us to be killed in real life, too,” he said, aiming at the two men.

“But I president from a neighboring country, he’s the one sending those bombs. He’ll drop a nuclear bomb, too,” she said.

“I’m afraid you're not allowed to share that to him, ma’am,” one of the two men said.

Peter nodded. “But that doesn’t matter. She could stop it as she please,” he said.

The man fired at Peter, but he was fast to dodge and fire him at the head. The last man fired multiple shots but all of them didn’t even graze his skin. He quickly dashed at him when the man was reloading his gun. Peter took the chance to shot his gun at the last man.

One last gunshot was heard, and the woman was holding on both her ears. She slowly looked up. “What do you want?” she asked.

“I want you to stop the explosion from outside,” he said and grimaced at the bloodstains on his shirt. It was yet a bloody dream he had ever been. He had never faced that many people and killed him. Most of the deaths in his dreams that he used for his story were just little but not this many. “I didn’t know these much people would protect you,”

“I’m the president,” she said.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know. It does make sense,” he sighed. “Stop the explosions. If we die, we die in reality,” he said without giving more details.

“I-I don’t understand,” she stuttered.

Peter had to think of another way. She was finding it hard to understand that she was in a dream, and it was hard for him to remind that it was. She said there would be a nuclear bomb, and with the continuous bombing outside, the nuclear bombing could happen soon. If that happened, he’d be good as dead.

He closed his eyes and listened if the squid was still possibly outside. There was still a very faint growling, so it as still there but it could be a little safe to go out. If he was to leave her dream and wake up quickly, he would survive. However, the woman could die in her dream with the squid still around where her dream orb was, furthermore she could also die in real life.

That was kind of his conscience.

He suddenly had a plan, but he wasn’t sure it would work. He remembered he could stop her dream and wake her up without killing her, and then he would quickly leave her dream and then quickly wake himself.

He sighed and nodded. “I need you to follow me,” he said.

The woman was speechless, but she had no choice. Her men were all killed. She was basically kidnapped.

He dragged him towards the fire exit and there were the stairs. Without thinking, he pushed her and quickly left her dream. He was now in front of the woman’s dream orb, which was pitch black. The glass still glowed, which was a sign he learned that the dream orb owner just woke up.

He was startled to hear the growl, and then he saw the squid monster's tentacles by the window. He closed his eyes and left the dream world.

Gasping, he jolted from his bed, waking up.