Here is another story, a lot like the Matrix, but just bear with me...

            “I ask you this once and only once” said the man holding the butt end of the gun in my face, “Do you trust me?”

            The words still echo in my head as images from my previous dreams return to me, bringing the same vivid sound and emotions as last time. I can’t explain the dream, for it cannot be explained. What is it about? I leave that up to you to decide.

            But in order for you to decide, you must hear the whole story, so listen now, while it is still fresh in my head.

            I’m an ordinary man, with an average job as a reporter, in an average house, paying the average taxes. My life was the same, day after day, almost as if it were planned that way. I never thought of anything creative, and only concentrated on the task at hand.

Until I saw Him.

            I can’t explain this Man; he was average, yet at the same time different, showing just enough creativity to arouse my curiosity. He told me once that my life would soon change. I didn’t believe him, because I didn’t want to, but now I know what he meant. My world has changed, and I’ve had to change with it.

            It wasn’t easy to change, some may even say it was painful, but I had to change, or my life was forfeit.

            The man was difficult, always wearing something different, or talking different, or just avoiding me altogether, but I knew he was there. Somehow, I knew. And he knew that I knew, for he always tried to challenge my skills, making me come face-to-face with nameless fears, dangerous tricks, and sometimes the authorities. He said I had some sort of power, a power to sense other people’s presence and emotions, and the ability to do things no ordinary man could do.

            He said I was gifted, but I didn’t believe him. I wanted my life to stay exactly the same, to never change because of outside influence. But soon, I started to believe him, and started to act like I was gifted, changing my everyday life to make me feel more powerful, or better, than everybody else.

            And so it should come as no surprise that he asked me to join his team, to stop “The soon to be ruler of the world.”

            That is all I can remember from the dream, and all that I am willing to tell for now. What happens next? Well, maybe you should change you life, as I have, and think outside the box.

Well, since you are back, and because I have more of the dream to tell about, I shall continue.

“Mr. Smith, there’s a man waiting for you downstairs, he says he needs to talk to you.” said the secretary.

“Oh, well, can it wait, I’m going to a meeting right now.” I said.

“He says that it’s important. He also says that whatever you do, you should not enter the building.”

“Well then, it must be him.” I thought to myself.

You see, every so often he’d come to my office and tell me not to go somewhere, or to do a certain thing. Most of the time I listened, but I remember once when he told me not to drink my coffee, but I did, and I ended up sick for the next week.

And so, naturally, I went to see him instead of going to the meeting. When I saw him, he was wearing his casual clothes, his Black trench coat, black shoes, and sunglasses.

“So, why shouldn’t I have gone to the meeting?” I asked, when suddenly the room where the meeting was being held exploded.

“That’s why, now follow me. We don’t want them to think that you have escaped.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“They?”

“You know, the they that you keep on talking about.”

“Well, I suppose it’s time you knew the truth. There is a criminal organization planning to take over the world, and you are the only one who knows who they are. The problem is, the knowledge is hidden in a place in your brain where no one, not even you, can get at. So as long as you are alive, you are a threat to them. They want you dead so that you don’t tell anybody about them and their plans.”

“Wait, so if this memory is hidden inside of my brain, how will you get it?” I asked. But one look from him told me everything I needed to know. “No, you can’t. I won’t let you. You’re gone cut me open just to get at the memory? Isn’t there some other way?”

“Well, there is one other way, but it has never been tested on a live subject, so we can’t foresee the outcome. If it does work, then there is a great chance that you will actually live, but you will lose most of you memory in the process.”

“Hey, it’s better than dying, that’s all I can say.”

            Well, it is starting to get a little better now isn’t it? The plot thickens, as some person said. If you think that was interesting, then just wait until next time.