Again ... again I have the same dream I have been dreaming every two weeks. At first it seemed like normal nightmares that would soon pass, but by the time I started walking around the room sleeping with a knife and when I started cutting out in my sleep it was really over the line. For a week now, I've been sleeping with handcuffs attached to the bed as far away from all kinds of knives, pistols, weapons ... just about everything. Always those dreams are exactly the same. First I fall among the multiverses, then suddenly in that dream I fall apart into tiny pieces of something and finally I see myself in that dream as a zombie and I have a blue light in my hand. Madness.

I wake up all sweaty and quickly sit down on the bed. I open my eyes, I'm scared. I will begin to feel that anxiety, loneliness, sadness and grief again. I had the terrible nightmare again, I look at the chain, which is broken, so I check my skin to see if I cut myself. My skin on my hands is normal as always, no scar from the knife cutting I'm used to when I'm sleepwalking. So why is the chain broken? After all, it is solid and I would definitely not be able to damage it myself. Unfortunately, I don't even have cameras in my room, so I can't look at the footage. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and put my palms on my face, it's been two weeks since I don't sleep like this from nightmares. It still seems to me the same ..

I've already tried a dream catcher, cleaning drugs, sleeping pills, a psychiatrist, old books, web boards, herbs, grandma's boards ... it didn't work. Now I even have to go to the psychologist where I go every Wednesday, according to my sister. Today is Friday and still nothing helps me. I hate psychologists, especially their bullshit, which they still don't understand. They only suck money out of people, which I fortunately have quite a lot thanks to my father, who for some reason inherited all his property and missed his sister. Not that I don't mind, but it's a little weird, don't you think?

I look at the small watch on my bedside table. I notice that they are cracked so you can't read much of them. I've been talking for about a month to fix them, but unfortunately I'm lazy about it and I prefer to think about my dreams, which destroy me so much, every day. I reach closer to the bedside table and take the handcuff key from it to open the handcuffs. With a sigh, I get out of bed and take my favorite dark red cloak from the bedside hanger, which I throw on my back. With one wave of my hand, the door to my room opens and I walk out of the room into a modern white corridor that leads to the main courtroom, where most Illuminati usually decide as judges over the fate of criminals. I put my forearms together and then put them back quickly, turning my pajamas into my normal superhero suit.

I take a rubber band out of my suit pocket with the help of which I can quickly make a simple bun and start walking down the large corridor to the main meeting room. Surprisingly, everyone in the Illuminati is probably asleep, and that's right, because at least I think I deserve a moment's peace. After a while of walking down the large corridor, I walk to the elevator, which I immediately climb into and press the button on the first floor. The elevator starts and then stops on the first floor where I get off it.

I'll be right in the meeting room with all seven chairs for all the Illuminati. I walk to my chair next to Xavier's middle chair. I sit in my chair and my back slips a little lower down the back of the chair, I put my legs over each other and I lean on the back of the chair and I hold the top of my head with my hand, I think about my dreams, past and daily problems that haunt me every day as the right member of the Illuminati.

It's been 3 years since I broke up in my luxury Ferrari. In the hospital, I lay on a bed in a coma for 1 year and then I miraculously woke up, but as you know, everything has its own but. Such a hook pulled on the rod of my whole life. The moment I woke up, my body and the overall nervous system experienced a big impact on the car's metal plate, and that impact caused something to awaken in me. By that I mean superpowers that I can't control much and it's been 3 years I've had them, well, that's two years since I was in a coma. Xavier tells me that it's telekinesis and magical mystical art at the same time, which someone just can't control. I'm said to be exceptional for him, but I'm more of a monster. I will never be able to return to my job as a neurosurgeon, whom I loved so much, because of that stupid accident.

When I was 12, my brother - Mark died while swimming when he had a cramp. His death was very quick. I saw my father see Mark drowning in the water, so he rushed to his rescue, even pulled him out of the water when Mark had a terrible seizure that we didn't know before. I saw with my own eyes that Mark was writhing in convulsions and my father and mother and sister were trying their best to save him, which they would not succeed in, and my brother was still dying just before the ambulance arrived. I was in trouble when I watched him die, but I didn't cry. I was enchanted. I stood there like a statue without any movement.

This forced me to become a neurosurgeon so I could help and prevent these rare cases. Surprisingly, people recognized me as a neurosurgeon, they respected me. My name was on all the billboards when I broke down. About a year after my awakening from a coma, Xavier found me writhing in pain, hunger, and loneliness in a secluded New York neighborhood and took me to the Illuminati, making me one of the most powerful beings in the world, as my task is to make decisions. over human destinies. I never had time for all kinds of loves, because I tried to deal only with work ... and a little fun, alcohol ..

I was very problematic outside of work. I liked to drink, had fun at various scientific conferences and I especially liked fast cars, which made me feel good.

Suddenly I hear footsteps to my chair, so I turn quickly behind me and get a look at Tony ... as usual.

I give him a smirk and he'll take me right away and sit in his chair next to me. Now the two of us are staring into the unknown. I start to get bored slowly but surely, so I start circling the fingers of my right hand in which a blue glow or telekinesis slowly begins to appear. And yes, that's all I can do with that telekinesis. Once I somehow failed to survive and because of that a tsunami in Florida occurred, but it's been back about 7 months, people certainly don't remember it anymore ...

,,What made you be awake so soon?" Tony asks, always asking where the convicts are always before us - the trial is led by us. him, to create splintered realities and so on, so we can simply stop time and make one case in the meantime, people call us creators of time.

,,I had that nightmare again, I can't sleep anymore. I'm afraid..I'm afraid he'll come again. " the personality of a billionaire, a genius and a selfish.

"Don't worry, you'll come up with other thoughts," he begins, rising from his chair and patting me on the shoulder in a friendly way.

,,Another trial awaits us tomorrow."

,,What?" I asked.

 
,,Some wizard broke the laws of magic. Nothing important.." he said.