Dreams Pass

Chapter 1- The Dream

Summary- Obi-Wan has been having a horrible dream for a long time. Can Qui-Gon help him find out what it means before it's too late? What happens when the dreams come when he's awake and he can't control them? R&R.

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Note: Ignore any grammar issues/plot holes, and any notes I've left for myself... I wrote this is four days. I corrected as much as i can find. and remember this is sort of AU not too much though... Jut my kind of twist on things. I'm more interested in the plot idea. This is me not being a serious writer.

Enjoy!

The Sky was black and red from who knows what. The End? The the deaths of the billions? He stood on the front steps of the broken down building. It had been burnt to pieces almost. The trees were black and petrified. Life was ebbing. Not many people were left. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and started into the dying city. He glanced over a man grabbed a woman and her child and began scalping them alive. He couldn't do anything. No one did anything. He walked on, still hearing the screams of the woman and child. He passed a river he glanced over teh edge and into the water. He saw lifeless bodies of people who once lived. They had committed suicide here. The river was filled with bodies. All of them, their eyes wide open staring back at him pure white. He walked on. It was empty on the edge of town but he knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So he walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea. Climbing the broken rubble he got to the top of the building or at least what was left of it. He looked out to the sea. The sky was black and red The water of the ocean was pure black as though it were black oil but with the density of water. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. He looked down below him where the rest of the bodies lay. Something was surfacing. The half decayed bodies came forth from the abyss. Their eyes black and faces white and empty. They reached forth and grabbed him. A white cloud came forth from them and enveloped him the cloud was made of feathers and strange feeling overcame him. He gasped.

Obi-Wan froze. He stared up at the ceiling. He felt a hand on his arm. He couldn't move. Finally he forced himself to look. It was his hand. His arm was laying across his chest holding his arm. Only it was completely numb. It was in an uncomfortable position. He sat up and began rubbing it to wake it up. The dream again. It was getting more and more frequent. Usually it came once every month or so. Now its at least once a week. When did it start anyway. It seemed like it was with him since before he could remember. A knock came at the door. He looked up. "Come in."

The door opened and his master, Qui-Gon, stood in the door way. "Oh good you're awake. I wasn't sure how late you were going to sleep. What's wrong with your arm?"

Obi-Wan looked at his arm. "It fell asleep." He sighed. This happened a lot now too.

Qui-Gon smirked and took the boy's arm. He rubbed it vigorously until the boy could move it on his own. "Breakfast is ready."

Once he left he waited outside the door. Ob-Wan's dreams were getting worse or at least more frequent. He knew the boy meditated on the dream. But this is the second night in a row. Obi-Wan was in even more distress than he was willing to let out. Qui-Gon sighed.

Obi-Wan sat in his room thinking about his dream. He got up and dressed. Staring into the mirror he saw a flash of the city. He gasped and fell to the ground. He didn't move. What was that? He shook slightly then stood, avoiding the mirror. The dream, it was only a dream! Why did it bother him so much? Was it because he felt the death of all those people. Because in the end he was the only one left? "That's silly." He said walking out of his room.

"What's silly?" Qui-Gon asked.

Obi-Wan jumped. "Uh-I- Nothing." He took a seat at the table. He wasn't really hungry. He sat there and didn't help himself to anything.

Qui-Gon sat in the seat across from him. "Something wrong? You're a bit pale."

Obi-Wan looked at him. "I'm alright. Just tired."

Qui-Gon sighed. How was he to help the boy if Obi-Wan didn't tell him what was wrong. He knew it was the dream so why didn't Obi-Wan tell him? He'd talk to Master Yoda later see what he could do. He knew he should bring it up. But would Obi-Wan deny it? "Why don't you go lay down for a while then?"

Obi-Wan looked at his master. He couldn't really say no. He just said he was tired after all. He nodded and stood. He went back to his room and kicked off his boots. He collapsed on his bed. He'd lay down but not sleep. But it was too late. He was out.

It was empty on the edge of town but he knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So he walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea. Climbing the broken rubble he got to the top of the building or at least what was left of it. He looked out to the sea. The sky was black and red The water of the ocean was pure black as though it were black oil but with the density of water. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. He looked down below him where the rest of the bodies lay. Something was surfacing. The half decayed bodies came forth from the abyss. Their eyes black and faces white and empty. They reached forth and grabbed him. A white cloud came forth from them and enveloped him the cloud was made of feathers and strange feeling overcame him again. A body appeared; it was a woman. He gasped and she pulled him down. He screamed.

He jumped forward into strong arms. He clung to them shaking. No not again. This time it had him. He couldn't move. He felt a hand on his back. The body was warm. Not cold like death. His breaths came in shakily. He looked up, Qui-Gon was looking down with a worried face. Obi-Wan felt himself shrink. Qui-Gon was sure to be upset with him that he hadn't told him about his dream. He'd already told Master Yoda a long time ago. He told him to mediate on it and that it would pass eventually. Obi-Wan figured that it would pass. But he never knew when. It had been years since then.

"Obi-Wan..."

But before he could finish Obi-Wan was on his feet. "I'm fine." However he wasn't and he wanted those strong arms to keep him safe but he was ashamed to admit it. He felt that the dream would never come true in his master's arms.

Qui-Gon wasn't convinced. He pointed to the sleep couch and Obi-Wan obeyed and sat down. "Now I know you've been having this dream for a while now. I know it disturbs your sleep. I know it scares you. But I don't know what it is. How long have you been having it?"

Obi-Wan looked up ashamed that he hadn't told his own master. "I- For a while."

"How long though. A week? a month?"

"My life..."

Qui-Gon didn't know what to say. How could he have the same dream for his entire life. Obi-Wan had to be exaggerating.

Obi-Wan knew Qui-Gon didn't believe him. "It's true! I don't know when it began it was so long ago that I don't remember ever not having it!" Obi-Wan said earnestly.

"Alright alright." Qui-Gon said holding his hands up to calm the boy down. "alright... What happens in the dream?"

Obi-Wan told him about the broken buildings the lack of life, the fact that people were attacked on the streets and no one cared, the bodies, the eyes, the ocean, the blackness, the bodies coming for him, his fright, Everything.

Qui-Gon was silent. Obi-Wan wouldn't look at him. He was trying to compose himself. Qui-Gon was trying to understand the dream. It seemed so violent and yet, empty. The bodies were especially frightening. No wonder Obi-Wan was so disturbed. "You should speak with Master Yoda about this. Especially if you've been having the dream for so long."

Obi-Wan jumped up again, "I've already talk to him! I did what he told me to. Meditate on it and be patient for it to pass! I did! But it's still here!" He was getting hysterical. He held himself and tried to calm himself. It was working but Obi-Wan couldn't stand the dream much more.

"That's exactly what I mean Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon stood up and turned his padawan to face him. "You need to get help."

"Nothing's wrong with me!" Obi-Wan cried backing away grasping his head as though he might lose it. He staggered slightly. "He said the same thing!"

"That's not what I meant." Qui-Gon said realizing he had to be more careful. He steadied his apprentice. "I mean you need help getting rid of it, coping with it. I don't want you doing it alone." He could tell Obi-Wan was on the verge of mental breakdown if he didn't get help soon. The dream was affecting him in a horrible way and Obi-Wan was losing his composure and possibly his sanity with it. "Now who said it?" He wanted to know who was putting those thoughts into the boy's head.

"I don't remember... someone... maybe.. in my head." Obi-Wan instantly regretted his words. "No that's not what I meant..."

"It's alright Obi-Wan I understand." Qui-Gon could see the boy was exhausted and his radical emotions were from it. That had to be it.

Obi-Wan's body felt weak. He felt his legs getting weaker. He felt strong arms around him once more. He willingly let them take him. He closed his eyes and felt the ground disappear beneath him. Then everything was black.

When he woke up it was nearly noon. He hadn't dreamed. He left his room to see his master wasn't around. He left the apartment and began wandering around.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been wandering but he looked out the tall windows of the temple and leaned on the rails. The sun was setting. The sky was red and the shadows on the clouds made them look almost black. Obi-Wan paled. 'No It was only a dream and this was only a sunset. These sunsets were very common!' He had to calm down. He sighed and continued looking. He looked down and saw people running frantically. What was going on? People were chasing after them with weapons and tackling them to the ground and killing them mercilessly. The passer-bys did nothing they kept walking as though nothing were happening. Obi-Wan screamed. He looked out on the horizon and a giant tsunami began to engulf the entire city. Tears came to his eyes. 'No This can't be happening.' He screamed again and fell to the ground. 'He could have warned someone.' He glanced up and saw people jumping off buildings into the water that was turning black. He screamed and hid his head. He felt himself being grabbed and pulled up. He tried to fight but when he opened his eyes again, he saw that there was no tsunami, no attacks, no suicides. He felt himself being pulled to his feet that wouldn't hold him. He stared off into the city. He felt two people on either side of him. He looked to his right and saw Garen looking worried. To his left was his master looking the same. He realized he was panting. His face was wet.

"But..." He was breathless.

"Obi-Wan, what's wrong?" Garen asked taking his friend's hand.

"But it was there! I know it was there!" He screamed at the window.

Qui-Gon pulled him back. "Obi-Wan, calm down. What was there?"

"It was! It was!" Obi-Wan held his head in his hands. He wasn't losing his mind! "I'm not crazy!"

"We never said you were." Garen said placing his hand on the back of Obi-Wan's fallen head. He hushed Obi-Wan and looked to Qui-Gon who was just as confused.

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Obi-Wan sat in the infirmary completely silent. He had it in his head that no one believed that he was sane when no one even mentioned it. He wouldn't look at anyone; he had completely locked himself off from them.

They tried everything they could think off.

"Obi-Wan ... Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon sighed. He'd been trying to get through to the boy for sometimes now.

Garen was pacing. "Nothing's working... what is going on with him?"

Qui-Gon could only guess. He told Garen about Obi-Wan's dream and that it may have induced a hallucination of some kind.

Garen nodded. "Then I guess he really is insane."

Qui-Gon looked at him incredulous.

"I Am NOT!" Obi-Wan shouted.

"That's what I wanted to hear!" Garen said with a smile.

Obi-Wan looked at him confused. He studied his friend for a moment then realizing what he had been trying to do he felt ashamed. Ashamed for shutting out their help. "I'm sorry." He said quietly.

Garen patted his hand reassuring him that everything was alright. "No worries you're just stubborn."

"Obi-Wan?" A voice came from the door.

Bant walked in and looked to the bed. "I heard you were sick so I thought I'd drop by." She smiled.

Obi-Wan smiled back. He could always rely on his friends.

[first chapter.... eh... not too bad... I'm sure there are tons if issues... but I'm more concerned with plot! Let me know what you think! :D R&R please