Chapter 1: Wrong Dreams
It was a week after the karaoke and at one point everyone slept, even Batman, he had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and they all dreamed a dream, though not all at the same time. But something was wrong about the dreams. Flash wasn't dreaming about his family or women, Jonn' wasn't dreaming about the good times on Mars, Superman wasn't dreaming about Lois, Hawkgirl wasn't dreaming about Thangar, Wonder Woman wasn't dreaming about Themiscyria, Aresia wasn't dreaming about that horrible day when she was nine, Hippolyta wasn't dreaming about Diana and Batman wasn't dreaming about THAT night so many years ago. Diana was the first to dream in her bedroom.
Diana was in small house with one floor in the middle of a small village surrounded by nothing but hills. And in the dream, she was a small seven year old blonde girl who was in bed. She had been screaming due to a nightmare only to awake to her bedroom. A woman with blonde hair, snow white skin and sapphire eyes came to her. The woman came to the bedroom and sat on the bed with her.
"It was a huge monster, mommy," she said. "Ten feet tall, huge red eyes, brown fur, claws, and…"
"Shh," her mother said as she put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's okay. It was just a nightmare nothing more. Don't worry it's gone now." She gave her daughter a hug and then laid her on her bed and tucked her in it. The mother walked away and went to the door. "Goodnight, Aresia." She said in a quiet voice. She closed the door and her daughter went back to sleep without any dream.
Diana woke up the next morning and thought the dream was peculiar. Even more wondered why she had remembered it. She then realized that in the dream she had been called Aresia and had blonde hair. It startled her.
"Did I see a memory?" Diana asked herself.
The same night Diana dreamed
Jonn', after John went on monitor duty, went to his quarters to get a few minutes of sleep. He closed his eyes, while still standing up, and began to dream.
Jonn' was in a living room with a young girl, about thirteen, woman and a man. He had red hair and tan skin. The adult woman had emerald eyes, tan skin and red hair. The teenaged girl had sapphire eyes, red hair and pale skin. The adult man had pale skin, blue eyes and red hair. They all were on couches and a table was in front of each of them. There on the table was the board game Sorry and laughter filled the air. The man was green, the girl was blue, the woman was yellow and he was red.
"Alright, Wally, your turn," the young girl said. He drew a card and read what it said.
"Sorry!" he said sarcastically. He took one of his red pieces from start and sent a green piece, which was a few spaces away from his home, back to its start. "Your turn Matilda." Matilda, the blue piece player, drew the top card.
"Move 1 space," Matilda read with a frown on her face. She moved one of her pieces out of the nearity of the adult woman's home. "Why is it that I'm always the one who never gets the good cards?"
"Don't know," her father said.
"Maybe it's because the cards don't like you," he said.
"Wally!" Matilda exclaimed and threw a pillow at.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
"Straw is cheaper, grass is free," their father said. And soon enough the whole family was laughing at the jokes that had just been told.
Jonn' woke up and was startled. He didn't know who any of those people were or who anybody else was. He then saw the clock and realized he had slept for an hour. As Jonn' walked to the lunch room, for a little something to eat, he was wondering about what he had seen and then about what had happened several days previous.
"Whose memory did I see?" Jonn' asked himself.
That same night
John was on monitor duty and was getting tired. He had been on monitor duty for two hours and it was time about time from Shayera to be on duty. But before she could get there he fell asleep in the monitor duty chair and dreamed a dream.
He was in a room with a man in a pair of plaid fuzzy pants and had large feathered wings. He was on a bed in a room decorated with some warrior shields, maces, and armor but all were for a female occupant. The man in fuzzy pants was on his bed and was sitting with him.
"Dad?" he asked the man in a female voice.
"Yes, sweetheart," the father said.
"Why do you fight?" he asked still through a girl's voice. "Why fight in a war?"
"Because I have a duty," he replied. "To my people, to my planet but also to my family. I will always be here for you and your mother, that's a promise." He kissed the person and then walked out of the room and began to close the door. "Good-night, Shayera." The man closed the door.
John woke up with a startle and heard a woman speaking.
"John, John," Shayera said quietly. He then looked at her and got out of the chair.
"Monitor duty is all yours," Green Lantern told her. He walked out of the room and walked towards his quarters to get some more sleep, for some weird reason he was more tired than usually. He wondered about some things as well like, what had he just seen and why he had sounded like a girl in the dream.
"Was I in Shayera's head?" John asked himself.
Flash, that night
Wally was in his room in his apartment in Central City. He had taken off his uniform and was in his Star Wars pajamas. He went into bed and began to dream a strange dream.
Wally was on a farm with a barn, cornfields, a garden, both flower and food, and long wheat fields. He was with a young woman that had brown hair and eyes as well as a darker tan skinned complexion. He was also with a bald headed, with grey hair on the sides, and wrinkled man. They were looking into the sunset over the Kansas horizon and it was beautiful.
"Well, this is it, son," the old man said. "This is the last time you see this."
"No, Dad," he said. "I'll come back for visits."
"Well, it's the last time you'll see this while you live with us," the father said. "When you visit you'll be my son and my guest. I'll miss you."
"Hey! I will too," the young woman exclaimed. "And you better call me and visit cause if you don't…"
"Ok, Lana, I got it," he interrupted. "But I will call you and I'll miss you." He turned to his adopted father. "You too."
"Well," Lana said as she turned to face the house. "Last one to the house is a rotten egg, all included and no powers." She then ran as fast as she could toward the house.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. He ran toward the house, trying no to use his powers in the process. The old man was bringing up the rear, Lana was in front, and he was in the middle. But soon he got the upper hand and out ran Lana and made it to the house first.
"Hey, no using powers," Lana said panting.
"I didn't," he said with a smile. "Well, I tried not to."
"You," Lana exclaimed as she gave him a little punch on the shoulder. The old father soon got to the house.
"Can I have a drink of water?" the father asked. He was gone in a flash (No this is not intended to be a joke) and then returned with a glass of water. "Thanks." The man drank the glass down. "Where'd you get it?"
"I got it from a mountain spring in Georgia," he told his adopted father.
"Clark, you didn't need to go THAT far," the man told him.
"Where did you get the glass?" Lana asked. "In Spain?"
"No," he said. "I got it from the barn."
"O," Lana said in surprise.
"Everyone! It's time for dinner!" an old woman said from the doorway of the house.
"Coming mom," he said.
"Coming, dear," the old man said.
"Coming, Mrs. Kent," Lana said.
Flash woke up and was surprised at the dream. Something was strange about it. It was a dream about a family but it wasn't his. He then decided to forget the dream and go back to sleep, since most dreams mean nothing; he reasoned. But he didn't know how wrong he was.
Hawkgirl, same night
It was nearly her turn to do monitor duty but first she was getting a snack. She headed to the cafeteria to get some vegetables, because unlike Flash she liked them. She grabbed a handful of baby carrots, mini cumbers, and a celery stick. She was eating her food when a strange tiredness fell over her and she dreamed a strange dream.
She was in a courtyard with an adult woman, a young girl, and a very powerful male. The male could be recognized as Ares, the god of war, still in his armor.
"Hippolyta, you were right," the adult woman said. "I think it is fair to say that we should have a little family time." The girls looked at their mother. "Let's play hide-n-seek." Smiles spread across the girls faces.
"Not it!" the girls exclaimed and raced off to find a hiding spot. She went to the gardens while her younger sister went to the statue gardens.
"You're it, Olympia," she heard in the distant from her father, Ares. She ran into the center of the garden where there was a fountain. She then hid inside a hedge that looked like a warrior with a sword. She crouched as a leopard would to attack its prey. She hid for a few minutes before hearing.
"Found you, Antiople," Olympia said. She giggled from under her hedge because her sister had been found first and she would get to hide again. Soon again someone was found.
"Found you, Dad," Antiople exclaimed. Her father grumbled loudly. She giggled again quietly. She stood still in her statue hedge and hoped no one would find her.
"Found you!" her father exclaimed in his creepy voice. She was startled and freaked out. Slowly she got out of her hedge and then brushed off the leaves and branches on her armor.
"You found Hippolyta," Olympia said. "Now we can go again." Olympia turned to Antiople. "Antiople, you're it!" They all raced out to find another hiding spot while Antiople counted in the distant.
Shayera woke up with a startle and sat up in her chair. She was confused she had dreams the last week but none of them were as clear or in memory as this one. She pondered these things as she headed to the Monitor Room.
"What is going on?" she asked herself aloud.
Superman, that night
He had returned to his apartment in Metropolis after the karaoke earlier. Clark strangely tired at ten thirty p.m., which almost never happened, but he went to bed and slipped slowly out of the realm of consciousness and began to dream.
Clarkwas in a room with an old dark skinned woman with grey hair. He was in a living room with green couches, curly carpet floor, and a TV in front. He was in the process of putting on his ski boots to go skiing in the park.
"Here, let me tighten them up," the old woman said.
"But, Grandma, I just got them to where they are comfortable," he complained.
"I know," his grandma told him. "But when you're on the slopes you're going to need to have them tight so you have control of your skis on the hill. You don't want to fall and hurt yourself, do you?"
"Ok," he sighed. His grandmother went over to her grandson and tightened the boots.
"There, that's better," his grandmother said.
"NOW, can we go?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Now we can go, John."
Clark woke up with a startle. He didn't know why he had seen this. He thought after Tartarus it was all over but he was wrong.
"Is this just the beginning?" Clark asked himself.
Batman, that night
He had just come back from patrol and was sitting in his chair in front of his computer. He about how he was going to tell Diana his answer. Should he break it to her easy or should he just tell her it like a statement of fact? But before he could answer himself he fell into the realm of Morpheus and began to dream.
He was in a bedroom with an adult woman that had blonde hair, blue eyes and was in a white formal gown. The bedroom was decorated with Greek styled armor, swords, shields, bow and arrows, and some Greek art work, such as pottery. She was on his bed and telling him a story about the Amazons defeat over the dreaded Heracles. The woman told it as if it was an epic poem, full of drama and excitement. The woman finally closed the story.
"Could you tell it again, mom?" he asked but his voice was a little girl's.
"No, Diana," the mother told him gently. "You need to go to sleep so you can be ready for school tomorrow. Can't have you falling asleep in class now can I?"
"No," he replied. The mother gave him a kiss on his forehead and walked away from the room. She turned around to look at her child ready to sleep.
"Goodnight, my little sun and stars," the mother said.
"Goodnight, mom," he replied with a yawn. The mother then left the room and he blew out the candle on his bedside table. He was left alone with his thoughts as he looked out of the window and at the sea.
"I'll get there one day," he said to no one. "And I'll teach all the bad men a lesson about how to treat a female."
Bruce woke up panting and panicked. Alfred heard him and was there in a heartbeat. Bruce looked at his surrogate father's face, which was full of concern and fear.
"Sir, are you alright?" Alfred asked him. "Did you have another one of those dreams?"
"No, I didn't," Bruce told him as calmly as he could.
"Then why are you so panicked?" Alfred asked.
"Because of two things," Bruce explained. "One, it wasn't that dream. And two, I wasn't even the right sex. Nor did I recognize the woman I was with. But that's not the strangest part."
"What would that be, sir?" Alfred said.
"It was a happy dream and I was called Diana," Bruce told him. Alfred was startled as well and had surprise edged on his face. "I've been having just as strange dreams over the last week but they weren't as clear until now." Bruce looked at his computer.
"Something's not right."