Warnings: Minor swearing and horror violence and gore.
Rating: R, only because I'm not sure.
Summary: Strange dreams lead Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan on a creepy adventure, but do theses dreams hold a greater meaning? (They probably do because if not there wouldn't be much of a storyline. Lol)
~Special thanks to Megan for reading it and helping me edit and for Amanda for providing me with the idea in the first place. Keep up the weird dreams girl!~
*May contain errors (I say this because I'm not a perfect editor Lol)*
Dark Dreaming
Obi-Wan raised up from his bed sheets and looked around frantically. He was in his room in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He took a deep breath then released it slowly and stumbled out of bed. He found the refresher and splashed some cold water on his sweating face.
'A nightmare?', he pondered. Qui-Gon and he had gone on a mission to Corellia about two weeks ago, but it didn't happen like the dream had been. There were two leaders inside a building, but no windows, no paintings, and no shootings. It was one of their easiest missions yet.
'What about that lady?' Obi-Wan had a million and one questions about what the dream could be about, but he just pushed it aside and headed back to bed. His mind kept replaying the dream again and again. He couldn't get to sleep. He put on a pair of work out pants and jogged to the gym. Nothing in the force eluded to any danger, but he still felt jittery. Morning came quicker than he thought. Obi-Wan ran back to his and Qui-Gon's room to see some lights on.
'Qui-Gon's up.' Obi-Wan plopped down in a chair and rested his elbows on the table then laid his head down. He sensed Qui-Gon entering the room but made no effort to get up or acknowledge his presence. Qui-Gon did though.
"Morning padawan.", he said a bit too cheerfully for Obi-Wan's liking. He rose up and faced his master who for a moment raised an eyebrow at him. "Not a good morning by the looks of it."
"I couldn't sleep well last night.", he mumbled.
"Bad dreams?", Qui-Gon inquired. He nodded and looked at a mirror nearby. No wonder Qui-Gon looked at him funny. His hair was spiked up in some spots and crushed in other's and his eyes had sacks under them that probably went to his knees. He looked a fright. No matter how bad a morning was, Qui-Gon seemed to never look like he had a bad night.
"I have to talk with the Council this morning about a possible mission. I suggest you stay here and get some sleep.", he said. It wasn't often that Obi-Wan was excluded from meetings, but he sensed his master's slight worry over him.
"All right.", he said simply and got up. When he reached his room, Obi-Wan shut the door and piled into bed Through the force he relaxed enough to doze off.
***
Everything was pitch black until a spot light showed on Obi-Wan. He reached out with the force to sense absolutely nothing. Lights filtered through the darkness from every direction. Obi-Wan began to walk slowly down the hall, now lit, in front of him. He reached a room dimly lit by white lights. A figure in dark approached one of those lights then faced Obi-Wan.
The dark one ignited a crimson saber blade and twirled it around giving everything an eerie red glow. Obi-Wan touched his hip, where his saber hung, and didn't feel it there. He looked down for a second then again to the figure who now stood just a few inches away from his face.
A sharp pain burned through his chest as the cloaked figure stabbed him through. His mind was confused and was only increasingly getting worse with the pain. Obi-Wan turned to where the figure had stood and saw himself there with blood around.
He crumpled to the ground as the figure stood above him. It removed it's cloak and showed the face of a female. 'The same looking female from the painting.' This time she had very short, spiked red hair with blue eyes and dark robes.
If this was a dream that he was dying in, when was he to wake? The female crouched down and brought her face close to his.
"Not who you expected,", she said then paused a moment while her face melted into another face. Qui-Gon's face now was close to his and smiling evilly with empty black eyes. He spoke just as his master would, "It could be worse."
***
Obi-Wan raised up from his bed covered in sweat. 'What the hell was that about?', he wondered. His hands moved to his chest and felt no wound then to his face wiping sweat away. 'This is unreal.' Dreams, visions and stuff of that sort never bothered him. But, in the past few weeks, his dreams were getting worse and more vivid.
He got up and headed to the refresher for a shower. Obi-Wan prepared the shower, striped down and stepped in. The warm water felt very good. He felt a little better after getting some of the funk off of him but still felt uneasy. Obi-Wan moved his hands over his forehead and through his hair. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something red run down the side of his face and hit the water. Blood? He tried to wash it away and only added more then he looked at his hand. There were small holes in his hand bleeding turning the water under him red.
Somehow the water had turned off, and Obi-Wan scrambled out of the shower to a towel. He wrapped himself then left the refresher leaving a heavy trail of blood behind him. Obi-Wan fell to the ground and tried to continue out of the room for help. His breath was caught in his throat, and he coughed softly at first then harder until blood trickled down his mouth. His blood covered hand could almost reach a com-link for help but went limp, as did his whole body.
He now stared at the ceiling that seemed to be spinning faster and faster. At one point he closed his eyes and felt his body drop hitting the ground below. Obi-Wan raised up and saw no holes in his hands and no blood around him. He was dressed in his Jedi tunic and boots. When he finally stood up, Obi-Wan looked around seeing an open stone room. It had what seemed endless height to it and doors. A soft sound from behind him broke the eerie silence in the room.
Obi-Wan turned around and cocked his head to one side as if waiting for the sound to come again. About five yards away the rock began to swirl around in a circle. When it formed a soupy mix, it rose from the ground and began taking form, a human form. The rock dropped from the sides, like a shell, exposing a cloaked figure underneath it.
He couldn't tell who it was under the cloak, but once again, the figure drew a crimson lightsaber blade. Obi-Wan ignited his saber and twirled the blade in front of him then paused. Both of them stood still until a soft laugh came from above. Both turned to face a lady sitting in a chair made of rock high above.
She had tall black boots on with a skirt that flowed down the front and back of her. Her low cut top showed a marking of some kind with a silver necklace over it. She herself had fair skin with very long blonde hair placed in a high ponytail.
"Welcome to my arena, Kenobi.", she said grinning and folding her hands across her chest. Obi-Wan looked around and faces were brought in view and formed an arena around him and the other.
"What is all this? A bit elaborate for a dream.", he asked not expecting an answer.
"That's because these aren't your normal dreams. This is my realm, Jedi; your just a player in it.", she said and clapped twice. The figure in front of him swung at Obi-Wan's throat. Obi-Wan moved back and blocked. The opposition threw a few swings at him, and again he blocked.
"You see in this realm, anything goes. Besides what could be more fun than fighting yourself." When she said that, the figure removed his hood and revealed his face. Obi-Wan for a second felt as if he were looking in a mirror.
Before him was himself except this one had black eyes. His false self grinned a wicked grin then jumped up and flipped over him. Obi-Wan turned to slash at him but saw nothing. He looked around and felt a jab to his side. Obi-Wan stumbled a bit then blocked an attempt to his throat. Through the force he threw the black-eyed creature to a wall then jump up and came down with his saber ready to kill. The creature disappeared then reappeared behind him and kicked him into the wall.
'What the...?', he pondered and turned around to again see nothing. Obi-Wan walked a ways then felt his leg catch on something. A rocky hand from the floor gripped his ankle. Another grabbed the other till Obi-Wan was brought to his knees. The figure emerged from the stone floor and readied his saber. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to scream, but he only felt the blade take his head off.
His head rolled then stopped allowing Obi-Wan to see his body crumple to the floor. The woman that sat atop the rocky throne approached his head and picked it up by the hair. He winced not from the pain but from the fact he was just a head.
"Troubling isn't it that you can't seem to wake up from this?", she laughed as she let his head go......
***
Obi-Wan woke up and fell off his bed onto the cool carpet. Instantly his hands probed his neck, head, chest and then he looked at his hands. He had no idea that he was panting and sweating. Only two hours had gone by since Qui-Gon had left. 'Is this a dream?'
He got up after untangling himself from the layers of covers and went to the refresher. In the mirror he saw nothing wrong. When Obi-Wan finally caught his breath, he went into the kitchen and got a glass of water.
Dreams, from what he had heard, were often a way for your unconscious to work out problems. What in the name of the force was his unconscious trying to do? And, that woman had been in every nightmare he had had. 'Of course, Obi-Wan, in dreams the problem usually takes on a shape you'll understand. A repetition of the same woman means the problem hasn't been fixed.'
'If that's true, what is the problem?' Obi-Wan drank the water down and sat down on the couch. He still wore his pants from earlier and laughed at his neglecting to change. 'Your probably taking this too seriously, Kenobi.', a voice inside his head said. 'What is it; visions of the future?', another piped in. Obi-Wan quieted his mind and just relaxed.
"Now what am I suppose to do?", he asked out loud with his voice slightly croaked.
"I say you actually get dressed and greet the world.", his master's voice retorted. Obi-Wan, startled, jumped a little then shook his head. 'A bit too nervous.'
"How'd it go?", Obi-Wan asked not really caring. Qui-Gon entered the room and took a seat across from Obi-Wan looking a little displeased.
"In a week we have a mission to Endor to negotiate with rival tribes. Did you rest after I left?", he asked looking Obi-Wan up and down.
"Not well. These dreams I keep having are getting worse.", he said. He explained his dreams. Qui-Gon didn't say anything for a while.
"Master," Obi-Wan began, "are these visions?" Qui-Gon leaned forward and looked at the ground for a while then back to Obi-Wan.
"I'm not sure."
To Be Continued...