Chapter 8
Now, I have my share of routine dreams. Like showing up to school without any pants. Or getting lost in the maze of vats that cover the Ozymandias factory floor. They’re all a little psychedelic too: walls morph, faces change, and noises vanish. You know, the classic dream stuff.
Then there are my night visions of the boy.
And those are incredibly lifelike.
Sure, I can never remember his name when I wake up. In fact, I’m lucky if I can recall a few snippets of anything in the morning. There are superpowers and a hot alien, that’s pretty much all I get. But once I’m asleep, like I am right now? I savor every last detail.
His name is Thorne.
This time, my dream of him begins in a small domed room. The walls shimmy and arc, like they’re breathing. Then I remember. Everything h
