Disclaimer: All Golden Sun characters featured in this story are © Camelot.
There are few lyrics featured here from the song "Don't Let Me Get Me" are
© Pink.
Author's note: The dream itself is within the "~*~" marks. Anything else outside of that is all made up.
Part one: I'm...Ivan?!
I hate my life. All I ever get to do around this house is babysit my little bro, clean up messes, and surf the internet. Not that I don't like doing all that (well, maybe the cleaning), but I'm not allowed to do anything else in this hellhole! I'm getting sick of the same old routine! So here I am, lying in bed, playing Golden Sun on my GBA. *sigh* Even that fails to entertain me. I've flipped the game ten times over and there really is no point in leveling up. Damn it, I can't wait until The Lost Age comes out!
Well, I've managed to get a couple of Kikuichimonji to transfer over to the next game. I save and turn off my GBA. Then I turn on the radio in the middle of a song.
"...So doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe me something, a day in the life of someone else? 'Cause I'm a hazard to myself... Don't let me get me... I'm my own worst enemy, it's bad when you annoy yourself... So irritating... Don't wanna be my friend no more, I wanna be somebody else..."
My thoughts exactly, Pink. I wanna be somebody else...I wish I was somebody else...Zzz............
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I yawn and rub my eyes, waking up. But the setting I see around me is not my house. In fact, this place had some kind of old-fashioned medieval feel to it. The furniture was wooden, and the ceiling seemed to be made of planks. I hear fire crackling in a fireplace near my bed.
Oww...why does my head hurt so badly? I try rubbing it, and I remove some bandages in the process. I don't remember bashing my head anywhere lately. Suddenly, I have the feeling that I'm not myself. I look at my arms- they're covered with purple sleeves. My hands don't look familiar, either. I feel my chest-why is it flat? I slide my hands slowly down to my crotch.
"OH MY GOD!!! I'M A GUY!!!" I screamed. I clasp my hands over my mouth, surprised at the kind of voice that came out.
"Of course you're a guy, Ivan. Like it wasn't obvious before?" a voice at the door said. I sit up to see who it is. Oh. My. God. I-It's a realistic-looking Isaac!
"What did you just call me?" I ask.
"Ivan...it's your name. Are you feeling okay today?" he asks back, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh...er, yeah, I'm fine."
"Come on down and have some lunch."
I nodded and got out of bed. I walk by the mirror, but stop and turn to it. I'm shocked to see Ivan's reflection staring back at me. Isaac could tell by the look on my face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. I shook my head as if I were snapping out of a trance.
"Sure I'm sure," I answered with a smile, continuing toward the stairs.
As I reach the bottom, I see Garet and Mia at the table. Pots of food are bubbling at the stove. By now, I've assumed that I'm on the Lemurian ship.
"Hey, it's Ivan! You all right, buddy? That was quite a hit you took to the head yesterday," said Garet.
"Yes, we were worried when you collapsed immediately," added Mia.
"Huh? How'd I get my head bashed?" I ask.
"Don't you remember? Garet was so foolishly playing with a sling he made out of boredom and threw the Orb of Force to your head!"
"Sheesh! You don't have to be so blunt!" Garet retorted, "Anyway, sorry about that Ivan. It was an accident."
I snickered. "Ha-ha. That's okay."
"That's so typical of you, Ivan. Forgiving of others even though they hurt you," Isaac smirked. I smirked back and sat at the table. I pulled up a plate, dug a spoon into it, and scooped the food into my mouth.
BLECH! It doesn't taste so good! My face scrunched up as if I had sucked on a lemon.
"You think so too? Damn," Mia grumbled.
"Told you so," Isaac and Garet teased in unison, laughing.
"Shut up. I'm a healer, not a chef."
I put down the spoon, pushed the plate away from me, and then rose from my seat.
"All right, guys, let me show you how it's done," I declared.
"What are you talking about? The last time you volunteered to cook, Ivan, you burnt everything to a crisp!" Garet teased.
"Like you could do any better? Anyway, that was then, this is now. I've learned from my mistakes."
"Just from that one time?" wondered Mia.
"Uh...what can I say? I'm a fast learner."
"This I've got to see," said Isaac curiously.
And at that statement, I rolled up my sleeves and got cracking. I gathered some cabbage, celery, carrots, onions, bean sprouts, and chicken meat from the cupboards and started chopping away.
"Where are the cooking oils?" I asked when finished.
"Uh...they're in the cabinet next to the spice rack," Isaac answered.
"Thanks. Is there a frying pan around?"
"Yeah, in the same cabinet."
So I grab bottles of garlic oil, sesame seed oil, some soy sauce, the frying pan, and some Lucky Pepper. I throw everything I prepared on the stove and start cooking.
(Half an hour later)
"*sniff* Whoa. That actually smells good," I hear Garet murmur.
"Unbelievable..." Mia droned.
When I had stir-fried all the ingredients enough, I bring the pan to the table and scoop some food into everyone's plates. They all start eating.
"Wow! This actually tastes good too!" said Isaac, surprised. Like he needed to tell me that. Garet had already been wolfing down the food like he hadn't eaten in days! Well...they probably hadn't, seeing as they were all bad at cooking... I sat down and had a plate of my own cooking too.
When we had finished all the food, we all heard a thumping sound coming from above.
"Oh, no. Not again," Mia groaned.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Eh? You should remember that we have daily monster encounters!"
Eep! We probably have to fight it-however many of it-off! And here I am, some normal Jane Doe, trapped in a Jupiter Adept's body, not knowing how to cast Psynergy! Okay...calm down...Psynergy is a power of the mind, right? I probably just have to think it. I look down to the belt on my waist and find a scabbard. I pull the Kikuichimonji from it. Sweeeeeet...
We run up the stairs to the deck and find about two Man o' War, two Virago, and a Lizard Man.
"All right, I'll take the Lizard Man. Garet, Mia, you take the Virago. Ivan, you're left with the two Man o' War," Isaac commanded. Whew. I'm stuck with the easiest work of all. I faced the two mutated squid.
"Piece of cake," I said to myself. Okay, what was Ivan's strongest Psynergy again? Spark Plasma. Right. I envision a barrage of purple lightning showering down.
*ZZZZRRRTTTPOWWWWWWW!!!!*
Actually, there's real lightning zapping them! Huh, I guess it *is* that easy. Although, it wasn't as strong as I thought it would be... The pair of Man o' War continued on, only a little fazed. Damn it! It was just a weak Plasma attack! Before they tried to attack, I rushed at them and swung the Kikuichimonji at one, unleashing Asura. That killed it. The other one, however...
"KKREEEEEEEE!"
*PLOP!*
...leaped up and attached itself to my head! I let out a muffle scream as I felt the burn and sting of its tentacles. It was suffocating me too... My consciousness is fading....
(Several hours later)
I wake up and find myself lying on the deck. The sky is dark, so it must be evening already. Mia was kneeling beside me, while Garet and Isaac were standing at my feet. They all look worried.
"Oh, he's waking up! Thank goodness you're okay!" Mia sighed.
"What's the matter, Ivan? You never let your guard down to a lowly Man o' War before," said Garet.
"Come to think of it, when you woke up today, you seemed not sure that you were yourself," added Isaac.
"And it still is hard to believe that you learned enough from one day of mistakes to cook well today," Mia concluded. I stood up, shook my head, and sighed.
"Guys, I have a confession to make."
"Go on," they all said in unison.
"I'm not really Ivan. Today, at least. I'm just some girl's soul from another reality who somehow got stuck in his body. I don't know how it happened. Maybe it was that wish I made before I fell asleep."
There was an awkward moment of silence in which they stared at me with weird looks.
Then Mia punched Garet in the head.
"OW! What the heck was that for?!"
"Look what you did to him, you blockhead! He's gone mad! And it's all the fault of you and your stupid sling! If you had watched where you were aiming that thing-"
"Hey, I wouldn't have made a sling if you hadn't broken my bamboo pea- shooter in the first place!"
"You were shooting spit wads at me! That's why I broke it!!!"
"STOP IT YOU TWO," scolded Isaac. They shut up on the spot. "Now, Ivan, that does sound like a solid explanation...yet it's still so farfetched."
"*sigh* You don't believe me either?" I muttered.
"I don't know what to make of it. You did show a bit of a feminine side today, though," he snickered. I slapped my forehead as the rest joined him in laughter.
"Will ya look at the time," Garet sighed, looking at the deeply darkened sky.
"Ivan, you're cooking supper," told Mia.
"All right."
I fried some steaks for dinner, and then everyone decided to go to bed afterward. Although it was late, I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried. I went back up to the deck and climbed to the lookout basket on top of the mast.
I stared at the stars that dotted the night sky, and at the moon-or should I say Luna? The cold ocean winds are whipping against my face, and here I am contemplating my own thoughts. What an amusing day it has been. A little fun, in my opinion, even though I embarrassingly went down to a stupid mutated squid. Gee, battling wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.
But while I am here, where is the real Ivan's soul? Is he really just sleeping deep in his subconscious? Or-no matter how impossible it sounds- did we switch places? I have the strangest feeling that that's what happened. If that *is* true.....huh, I can live the rest of his life for him-I could learn and catch on eventually-but he sure as hell can't live the rest of mine for me. He'd become sick of it.
Though it seems so real, this is probably all a dream...and like all good things, it must come to an end. *sigh* Now I sit down, lean against the pole, and drift off to sleep...
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I open my eyes. Huh, I'm back in my house. I guess it was a dream after all...
THE END...of my side of things. Read on to find out what Ivan probably did while he was stuck in my body! XD
Author's note: The dream itself is within the "~*~" marks. Anything else outside of that is all made up.
Part one: I'm...Ivan?!
I hate my life. All I ever get to do around this house is babysit my little bro, clean up messes, and surf the internet. Not that I don't like doing all that (well, maybe the cleaning), but I'm not allowed to do anything else in this hellhole! I'm getting sick of the same old routine! So here I am, lying in bed, playing Golden Sun on my GBA. *sigh* Even that fails to entertain me. I've flipped the game ten times over and there really is no point in leveling up. Damn it, I can't wait until The Lost Age comes out!
Well, I've managed to get a couple of Kikuichimonji to transfer over to the next game. I save and turn off my GBA. Then I turn on the radio in the middle of a song.
"...So doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe me something, a day in the life of someone else? 'Cause I'm a hazard to myself... Don't let me get me... I'm my own worst enemy, it's bad when you annoy yourself... So irritating... Don't wanna be my friend no more, I wanna be somebody else..."
My thoughts exactly, Pink. I wanna be somebody else...I wish I was somebody else...Zzz............
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I yawn and rub my eyes, waking up. But the setting I see around me is not my house. In fact, this place had some kind of old-fashioned medieval feel to it. The furniture was wooden, and the ceiling seemed to be made of planks. I hear fire crackling in a fireplace near my bed.
Oww...why does my head hurt so badly? I try rubbing it, and I remove some bandages in the process. I don't remember bashing my head anywhere lately. Suddenly, I have the feeling that I'm not myself. I look at my arms- they're covered with purple sleeves. My hands don't look familiar, either. I feel my chest-why is it flat? I slide my hands slowly down to my crotch.
"OH MY GOD!!! I'M A GUY!!!" I screamed. I clasp my hands over my mouth, surprised at the kind of voice that came out.
"Of course you're a guy, Ivan. Like it wasn't obvious before?" a voice at the door said. I sit up to see who it is. Oh. My. God. I-It's a realistic-looking Isaac!
"What did you just call me?" I ask.
"Ivan...it's your name. Are you feeling okay today?" he asks back, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh...er, yeah, I'm fine."
"Come on down and have some lunch."
I nodded and got out of bed. I walk by the mirror, but stop and turn to it. I'm shocked to see Ivan's reflection staring back at me. Isaac could tell by the look on my face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. I shook my head as if I were snapping out of a trance.
"Sure I'm sure," I answered with a smile, continuing toward the stairs.
As I reach the bottom, I see Garet and Mia at the table. Pots of food are bubbling at the stove. By now, I've assumed that I'm on the Lemurian ship.
"Hey, it's Ivan! You all right, buddy? That was quite a hit you took to the head yesterday," said Garet.
"Yes, we were worried when you collapsed immediately," added Mia.
"Huh? How'd I get my head bashed?" I ask.
"Don't you remember? Garet was so foolishly playing with a sling he made out of boredom and threw the Orb of Force to your head!"
"Sheesh! You don't have to be so blunt!" Garet retorted, "Anyway, sorry about that Ivan. It was an accident."
I snickered. "Ha-ha. That's okay."
"That's so typical of you, Ivan. Forgiving of others even though they hurt you," Isaac smirked. I smirked back and sat at the table. I pulled up a plate, dug a spoon into it, and scooped the food into my mouth.
BLECH! It doesn't taste so good! My face scrunched up as if I had sucked on a lemon.
"You think so too? Damn," Mia grumbled.
"Told you so," Isaac and Garet teased in unison, laughing.
"Shut up. I'm a healer, not a chef."
I put down the spoon, pushed the plate away from me, and then rose from my seat.
"All right, guys, let me show you how it's done," I declared.
"What are you talking about? The last time you volunteered to cook, Ivan, you burnt everything to a crisp!" Garet teased.
"Like you could do any better? Anyway, that was then, this is now. I've learned from my mistakes."
"Just from that one time?" wondered Mia.
"Uh...what can I say? I'm a fast learner."
"This I've got to see," said Isaac curiously.
And at that statement, I rolled up my sleeves and got cracking. I gathered some cabbage, celery, carrots, onions, bean sprouts, and chicken meat from the cupboards and started chopping away.
"Where are the cooking oils?" I asked when finished.
"Uh...they're in the cabinet next to the spice rack," Isaac answered.
"Thanks. Is there a frying pan around?"
"Yeah, in the same cabinet."
So I grab bottles of garlic oil, sesame seed oil, some soy sauce, the frying pan, and some Lucky Pepper. I throw everything I prepared on the stove and start cooking.
(Half an hour later)
"*sniff* Whoa. That actually smells good," I hear Garet murmur.
"Unbelievable..." Mia droned.
When I had stir-fried all the ingredients enough, I bring the pan to the table and scoop some food into everyone's plates. They all start eating.
"Wow! This actually tastes good too!" said Isaac, surprised. Like he needed to tell me that. Garet had already been wolfing down the food like he hadn't eaten in days! Well...they probably hadn't, seeing as they were all bad at cooking... I sat down and had a plate of my own cooking too.
When we had finished all the food, we all heard a thumping sound coming from above.
"Oh, no. Not again," Mia groaned.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Eh? You should remember that we have daily monster encounters!"
Eep! We probably have to fight it-however many of it-off! And here I am, some normal Jane Doe, trapped in a Jupiter Adept's body, not knowing how to cast Psynergy! Okay...calm down...Psynergy is a power of the mind, right? I probably just have to think it. I look down to the belt on my waist and find a scabbard. I pull the Kikuichimonji from it. Sweeeeeet...
We run up the stairs to the deck and find about two Man o' War, two Virago, and a Lizard Man.
"All right, I'll take the Lizard Man. Garet, Mia, you take the Virago. Ivan, you're left with the two Man o' War," Isaac commanded. Whew. I'm stuck with the easiest work of all. I faced the two mutated squid.
"Piece of cake," I said to myself. Okay, what was Ivan's strongest Psynergy again? Spark Plasma. Right. I envision a barrage of purple lightning showering down.
*ZZZZRRRTTTPOWWWWWWW!!!!*
Actually, there's real lightning zapping them! Huh, I guess it *is* that easy. Although, it wasn't as strong as I thought it would be... The pair of Man o' War continued on, only a little fazed. Damn it! It was just a weak Plasma attack! Before they tried to attack, I rushed at them and swung the Kikuichimonji at one, unleashing Asura. That killed it. The other one, however...
"KKREEEEEEEE!"
*PLOP!*
...leaped up and attached itself to my head! I let out a muffle scream as I felt the burn and sting of its tentacles. It was suffocating me too... My consciousness is fading....
(Several hours later)
I wake up and find myself lying on the deck. The sky is dark, so it must be evening already. Mia was kneeling beside me, while Garet and Isaac were standing at my feet. They all look worried.
"Oh, he's waking up! Thank goodness you're okay!" Mia sighed.
"What's the matter, Ivan? You never let your guard down to a lowly Man o' War before," said Garet.
"Come to think of it, when you woke up today, you seemed not sure that you were yourself," added Isaac.
"And it still is hard to believe that you learned enough from one day of mistakes to cook well today," Mia concluded. I stood up, shook my head, and sighed.
"Guys, I have a confession to make."
"Go on," they all said in unison.
"I'm not really Ivan. Today, at least. I'm just some girl's soul from another reality who somehow got stuck in his body. I don't know how it happened. Maybe it was that wish I made before I fell asleep."
There was an awkward moment of silence in which they stared at me with weird looks.
Then Mia punched Garet in the head.
"OW! What the heck was that for?!"
"Look what you did to him, you blockhead! He's gone mad! And it's all the fault of you and your stupid sling! If you had watched where you were aiming that thing-"
"Hey, I wouldn't have made a sling if you hadn't broken my bamboo pea- shooter in the first place!"
"You were shooting spit wads at me! That's why I broke it!!!"
"STOP IT YOU TWO," scolded Isaac. They shut up on the spot. "Now, Ivan, that does sound like a solid explanation...yet it's still so farfetched."
"*sigh* You don't believe me either?" I muttered.
"I don't know what to make of it. You did show a bit of a feminine side today, though," he snickered. I slapped my forehead as the rest joined him in laughter.
"Will ya look at the time," Garet sighed, looking at the deeply darkened sky.
"Ivan, you're cooking supper," told Mia.
"All right."
I fried some steaks for dinner, and then everyone decided to go to bed afterward. Although it was late, I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried. I went back up to the deck and climbed to the lookout basket on top of the mast.
I stared at the stars that dotted the night sky, and at the moon-or should I say Luna? The cold ocean winds are whipping against my face, and here I am contemplating my own thoughts. What an amusing day it has been. A little fun, in my opinion, even though I embarrassingly went down to a stupid mutated squid. Gee, battling wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.
But while I am here, where is the real Ivan's soul? Is he really just sleeping deep in his subconscious? Or-no matter how impossible it sounds- did we switch places? I have the strangest feeling that that's what happened. If that *is* true.....huh, I can live the rest of his life for him-I could learn and catch on eventually-but he sure as hell can't live the rest of mine for me. He'd become sick of it.
Though it seems so real, this is probably all a dream...and like all good things, it must come to an end. *sigh* Now I sit down, lean against the pole, and drift off to sleep...
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I open my eyes. Huh, I'm back in my house. I guess it was a dream after all...
THE END...of my side of things. Read on to find out what Ivan probably did while he was stuck in my body! XD
