Ahahaha! I changed the title just to throw you off! _ No, actually I don't know why I changed it. It's practically the same title.... I just thought 'Dream On' sounded better than 'Keep Dreaming' ....I'm going to go put my head in a bucket of ice water now.
Sorry for taking so long with this one. I had originally intended to do a parody of The Blaire Witch but I had no ideas for it and it was coming out really lame... and then I realized "Why the hell am I doing a parody of The Blaire Witch in the first place!?" I still have some dignity. _ Besides, you guys would probably all kill me for doing it. And even while I was sitting trying to think how I would make the parody work I was getting all sorts of wonderful ideas for Lance's dream, which I think will be lots of fun for me to write and hopefully for you to read.
Anyway, I probably won't be able to update this as much as I was before, what with school and all, but I will try because... I care.
-Hizzy
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The professor still wasn't feeling tired at all. He glanced over at his clock and saw that it was 12:00AM. It seemed odd. He thought looking at all those dreams had taken more time. Not only that, but midnight seemed to last forever, and the numbers on the clock were blinking.
Seeing as how it wasn't too terribly late, the professor decided to take a look at another dream. He went inside the first mind that he could find, which happened to be Rogue's. Conveniently, her dream was just beginning.
A room came into focus as the dream began. The professor was sitting around in his wheelchair, as usual. He didn't really have much else to do besides sit in his wheelchair. At the time he was twiddling his thumbs in an uncharacteristic manner and staring at the wall. It was very quiet. The silence continued for an unbearable amount of time.
Suddenly, Kurt burst into the room.
The professor looked up in surprise and stared at Kurt. He didn't quite know who he was, but he seemed awfully familiar. That didn't seem very important currently because Kurt was holding a gun and seemed set on using it.
"Ich bin hier, Sie jetzt zu schießen," Kurt pointed the gun in the professor's direction.
The professor stared at Kurt blankly. He pulled out his German-to-English book and flipped through it. Finally, he gasped. After flipping through it once more, he found an appropriate response, "Nicht schiessen!"
"Ich muß. Andernfalls bohrt dieser Traum," Kurt retorted, shaking his head.
After flipping through the book a while longer, the professor finally replied, "Aber... warum?"
"Wenn ich Ihnen erklärte... würde ich Sie töten müssen," Kurt said, then thought about it for a moment and added, "...wieder." With that, Kurt shot the professor.
Quickly, the professor flipped through the book to the appropriate page, "Autsch!"
Just then, Pyro ran through the room, setting fire to everything he passed by, all the while shouting, "Feuer ist Spaß!" and laughing insanely.
Two years later....
The professor was in his study reading a book. Suddenly, realization struck him. The person who had shot him was Kurt, a former student of his. He thought deeply about this.
Kurt was always acting a bit weird, but nobody ever really looked into it very much. Mostly because they didn't really care. The professor had had several sessions with him, but the only thing he found out that Kurt was very crazy. Of course, after the last session, Kurt became normal. The professor remembered back on how he had cured Kurt...
He flashed back to that very last session where Kurt and himself where seated across from each other at a table. The only other thing in the room was the tape recorder that was recording all of Kurt's crazy talk. At the time, Kurt was rambling on in German about something or other. The professor didn't bother translating it because he thought it was just gibberish.
The professor looked seriously at Kurt, "Stop acting crazy."
Kurt stopped and blinked a couple times, "Okay."
Xavier smiled as he remembered his previous success, even though Kurt came back and shot him. It certainly had nothing to do with Kurt's previous craziness because that had obviously been fixed.
Now, however, the professor had recently received a student who was reportedly also crazy. He decided that it would be for the best if he had sessions with this girl. If there was one thing normal people didn't like, it was crazy people. That and ugly people.
The professor opened a notebook and flipped to a certain page. At the top was written 'Kurt Wager.' The only other thing written on the page was, 'Status: crazy.' Xavier flipped to the next page. 'Rogue,' was written at the top, below which was written, 'Status: crazy.' The professor knew he needed to do a better job fixing Rogue than he did with Kurt. They obviously had the same thing wrong with them, so maybe just telling Rogue to stop acting crazy would just result in himself getting shot again.
He wheeled himself out of the room and watched the students passing through the hall. They all ran by without even noticing him, probably because they were serving fajitas for lunch and nobody wanted to be late. Finally, the professor saw Rogue approaching.
"Rogue?" he called, "May I have a word with you?"
She paused, casting a gaze in the direction of fajitas, then finally moved over to Xavier, "Yeah, sure."
"I would like you to have a..." he paused for a moment to think over his phrasing, "Conference with me tonight."
Rogue wasn't really paying attention to him. She was very distracted at the thought of fajitas. 'Mmm... fajitas...' She smiled thinking about the fajita-y goodness.
"Rogue?" Xavier said after a couple of minutes, "Is that alright with you?"
"Huh?" she blinked and returned her gaze to him, "Oh, right, right. Fajitas. Okay, sounds great."
The professor assumed 'fajita' was some sort of teenage slang for 'conference.' He smiled reassuringly at her, "The 'fajita' will be in my office at six o'clock tonight." With that, he wheeled away.
Rogue was confused, but didn't think it over all that much. All the thinking about fajitas was reminding her about lunch and that she was currently missing it. She quickly made her way down to the dining room.
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Later that night, Rogue found herself in Professor Xavier's office. At the time, he was staring out the window with a serious expression on his face. Rogue didn't know exactly what she was supposed to be doing. She had come in about an hour ago and he hadn't moved from that spot.
Just as she was about to say something, when the professor beat her to the punch, "Rogue do you know why I've asked you to see me?"
Rogue thought about it for a moment, then she suddenly became very nervous, "Is this about when I used Kitty's power to sneak into R-rated movies? I swear I won't do it again unless I really have to!"
"No, this has nothing to do with that," the professor sighed, "This is about something far more important?"
"More important than R-rated movies?" she asked in surprise. She didn't know what he could be taking about. Unless... No, he couldn't know about her secret... Could he?
Xavier paused for a moment, thinking carefully over what he would say to her. This was a delicate subject and it required patience, understanding, and compassion. Finally, he began, "It has come to my attention that you are quite crazy. The other students are frightened by your freakish behavior. Nobody likes you and if you don't start having sessions with me your life will become more of a disgrace than it already is."
Rogue's mouth fell open in a mixture of offense and shock, "Professor, I'm not-"
"Calm down," the professor held a hand up, "Nobody needs to be shot now."
Now she wasn't just offended, but confused as well, "How could you think I'm crazy?"
"Well..." the professor pulled a paper out of his desk, "In art class yesterday you drew this picture of a..." He trailed off and looked at it distastefully.
"My picture of the cheerleader?" Rogue stared at it, "What's wrong with it?"
"She has a knife sticking out of her," he said flatly, "This isn't the sort of thing we really approve of."
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Oh, so I draw one picture of that dead girl I saw the other day-" She stopped and cleared her throat nervously, "I mean the dead cheerleader that I just made up, and suddenly I'm crazy?"
"There's also the matter of your talking to yourself," he said carefully.
"Um..." she tried to think of an excuse, "It's just that I'm, uh... I'm thinking out loud. Yeah, that's what it is." She stopped and seemed to listen to something, "No, I can't say that! Then he'd really think I'm crazy!" She listened again, then cracked up laughing. When she noticed the professor looking at her skeptically she sat up straight and forced a serious expression onto her face.
"Rogue, is there something you want to tell me?" Xavier asked, "Some sort of secret?"
She looked nervously at her feet, "Um... no?"
"I think there is," the professor leaned forward a little, "I think you're hiding something."
Hesitantly, Rogue shook her head, "I can't tell you."
Xavier sighed and said, "You don't have to tell me now. You can tell me when you're ready." He smiled warmly at her as she finally relaxed in her seat. There was a moment of silence as the professor shuffled the papers on his desk and Rogue fidgeted in her seat. He looked up at her, "Are you ready to tell me now?"
"No!" she yelled and stormed out of the room.
The professor sat back in his seat contemplated all of what had just happened. He looked down at the picture he was still holding of the dead girl. She had long red hair and was dressed in a cheerleading uniform. Xavier didn't have much time to think about it before he heard a knock
Rogue poked her head in the door, "Professor?"
"Yes?" he invited her back in.
The girl stepped back into the room, "I'm ready to tell you my secret now."
She seated herself in the seat she had just got out of thirty seconds ago. She hesitated for a moment, still seeming unsure about telling him. "Go ahead, Rogue," he said.
She paused, then finally whispered, "I see dead people."
The professor, somehow seeming unsurprised, leaned forward and whispered his reply, "I know. I read your mind a couple minutes ago."
"What!?" she jumped out of her seat, "How could you-"
He cut her off, "I was just kidding, Rogue. I would never do anything like that." He actually did read her mind. Fortunately she couldn't read his to know that he had done it.
She looked seriously at him, "You think I'm a freak?"
"Look at my face," the professor said and also looked serious, "I would never think that." She would never know that he actually did think she was a freak. A crazy freak, at that. "Tell me more about these dead people you see."
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End part one of Rogue's dream.
Translations:
Ich bin hier, Sie jetzt zu schießen. - I am here to shoot you now.
Nicht schiessen! - Don't shoot!
Ich muß. Andernfalls bohrt dieser Traum. - I must. Otherwise this dream bores.
Aber... warum? - But... why?
Wenn ich Ihnen erklärte... würde ich Sie töten müssen...wieder - If I explained to you... I would have to kill you... again.
autsch - ouch
Feuer ist Spaß! - Fire is fun!
In case you're stupid or I'm really bad at parodies (I'd say the latter) this is a parody of The Sixth Sense. The next chapter may very well contain spoilers for the end of the movie, so if you have not seen it, don't read the next chapter. Or if you really want to you can, but don't come crying to me if I ruin the end for you.
Oh man, this part took so much longer than it should have! Major writer's block, I swear! I had one when I was writing Jean's dream. It's not pretty.
SperryDee: "*laughs* Oh, gosh! Love the Jean-bashing (kinda). Jean is a major priss!"
-I don't intend to bash any character. If I happen to be making fun of one of them it is not because I dislike the person, and anyway, there is only one character on the show that I really don't like (and it isn't Jean... I don't plan on telling who it is). But if you wish to see it as Jean-bashing, if that makes you happy, please feel free to do so.
Mealz: "omg, this is SO funny! i was meant to be on the internet researching something for my homework and then i read this and had so much trouble trying to stop myself from laughing and in the end my mum asked what was so funny about researching heart disease and i had to make up a story really fast!!"
-Heart Disease! Ahahahaha! Nobody needs an excuse to laugh about that! _
Freakish Muffin: "I can't wait for the next chapter which shall be filled with parodiedy goodness... Call Webster's! I made up a word!"
-Hello, Webster's? We need an entry for the newly invented word, 'goodness.' ....Whattya mean it's already a word!?
SSJ Tokya: "Poor Pietro and Lance. I can't believe you killed them." "Poor Kurt, I can't believe Logan shot him." "Poor Scott. Heehee...the shark ate him."
-Don't worry, it was all only a dream. The Titanic never really sunk.
Everyone else who reviewed: "WHOO! We love you, Hizzy! You rock!"
-Thank you all for your reviews. I greatly appreciate it. It boosts my already high ego.
Sorry for taking so long with this one. I had originally intended to do a parody of The Blaire Witch but I had no ideas for it and it was coming out really lame... and then I realized "Why the hell am I doing a parody of The Blaire Witch in the first place!?" I still have some dignity. _ Besides, you guys would probably all kill me for doing it. And even while I was sitting trying to think how I would make the parody work I was getting all sorts of wonderful ideas for Lance's dream, which I think will be lots of fun for me to write and hopefully for you to read.
Anyway, I probably won't be able to update this as much as I was before, what with school and all, but I will try because... I care.
-Hizzy
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The professor still wasn't feeling tired at all. He glanced over at his clock and saw that it was 12:00AM. It seemed odd. He thought looking at all those dreams had taken more time. Not only that, but midnight seemed to last forever, and the numbers on the clock were blinking.
Seeing as how it wasn't too terribly late, the professor decided to take a look at another dream. He went inside the first mind that he could find, which happened to be Rogue's. Conveniently, her dream was just beginning.
A room came into focus as the dream began. The professor was sitting around in his wheelchair, as usual. He didn't really have much else to do besides sit in his wheelchair. At the time he was twiddling his thumbs in an uncharacteristic manner and staring at the wall. It was very quiet. The silence continued for an unbearable amount of time.
Suddenly, Kurt burst into the room.
The professor looked up in surprise and stared at Kurt. He didn't quite know who he was, but he seemed awfully familiar. That didn't seem very important currently because Kurt was holding a gun and seemed set on using it.
"Ich bin hier, Sie jetzt zu schießen," Kurt pointed the gun in the professor's direction.
The professor stared at Kurt blankly. He pulled out his German-to-English book and flipped through it. Finally, he gasped. After flipping through it once more, he found an appropriate response, "Nicht schiessen!"
"Ich muß. Andernfalls bohrt dieser Traum," Kurt retorted, shaking his head.
After flipping through the book a while longer, the professor finally replied, "Aber... warum?"
"Wenn ich Ihnen erklärte... würde ich Sie töten müssen," Kurt said, then thought about it for a moment and added, "...wieder." With that, Kurt shot the professor.
Quickly, the professor flipped through the book to the appropriate page, "Autsch!"
Just then, Pyro ran through the room, setting fire to everything he passed by, all the while shouting, "Feuer ist Spaß!" and laughing insanely.
Two years later....
The professor was in his study reading a book. Suddenly, realization struck him. The person who had shot him was Kurt, a former student of his. He thought deeply about this.
Kurt was always acting a bit weird, but nobody ever really looked into it very much. Mostly because they didn't really care. The professor had had several sessions with him, but the only thing he found out that Kurt was very crazy. Of course, after the last session, Kurt became normal. The professor remembered back on how he had cured Kurt...
He flashed back to that very last session where Kurt and himself where seated across from each other at a table. The only other thing in the room was the tape recorder that was recording all of Kurt's crazy talk. At the time, Kurt was rambling on in German about something or other. The professor didn't bother translating it because he thought it was just gibberish.
The professor looked seriously at Kurt, "Stop acting crazy."
Kurt stopped and blinked a couple times, "Okay."
Xavier smiled as he remembered his previous success, even though Kurt came back and shot him. It certainly had nothing to do with Kurt's previous craziness because that had obviously been fixed.
Now, however, the professor had recently received a student who was reportedly also crazy. He decided that it would be for the best if he had sessions with this girl. If there was one thing normal people didn't like, it was crazy people. That and ugly people.
The professor opened a notebook and flipped to a certain page. At the top was written 'Kurt Wager.' The only other thing written on the page was, 'Status: crazy.' Xavier flipped to the next page. 'Rogue,' was written at the top, below which was written, 'Status: crazy.' The professor knew he needed to do a better job fixing Rogue than he did with Kurt. They obviously had the same thing wrong with them, so maybe just telling Rogue to stop acting crazy would just result in himself getting shot again.
He wheeled himself out of the room and watched the students passing through the hall. They all ran by without even noticing him, probably because they were serving fajitas for lunch and nobody wanted to be late. Finally, the professor saw Rogue approaching.
"Rogue?" he called, "May I have a word with you?"
She paused, casting a gaze in the direction of fajitas, then finally moved over to Xavier, "Yeah, sure."
"I would like you to have a..." he paused for a moment to think over his phrasing, "Conference with me tonight."
Rogue wasn't really paying attention to him. She was very distracted at the thought of fajitas. 'Mmm... fajitas...' She smiled thinking about the fajita-y goodness.
"Rogue?" Xavier said after a couple of minutes, "Is that alright with you?"
"Huh?" she blinked and returned her gaze to him, "Oh, right, right. Fajitas. Okay, sounds great."
The professor assumed 'fajita' was some sort of teenage slang for 'conference.' He smiled reassuringly at her, "The 'fajita' will be in my office at six o'clock tonight." With that, he wheeled away.
Rogue was confused, but didn't think it over all that much. All the thinking about fajitas was reminding her about lunch and that she was currently missing it. She quickly made her way down to the dining room.
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Later that night, Rogue found herself in Professor Xavier's office. At the time, he was staring out the window with a serious expression on his face. Rogue didn't know exactly what she was supposed to be doing. She had come in about an hour ago and he hadn't moved from that spot.
Just as she was about to say something, when the professor beat her to the punch, "Rogue do you know why I've asked you to see me?"
Rogue thought about it for a moment, then she suddenly became very nervous, "Is this about when I used Kitty's power to sneak into R-rated movies? I swear I won't do it again unless I really have to!"
"No, this has nothing to do with that," the professor sighed, "This is about something far more important?"
"More important than R-rated movies?" she asked in surprise. She didn't know what he could be taking about. Unless... No, he couldn't know about her secret... Could he?
Xavier paused for a moment, thinking carefully over what he would say to her. This was a delicate subject and it required patience, understanding, and compassion. Finally, he began, "It has come to my attention that you are quite crazy. The other students are frightened by your freakish behavior. Nobody likes you and if you don't start having sessions with me your life will become more of a disgrace than it already is."
Rogue's mouth fell open in a mixture of offense and shock, "Professor, I'm not-"
"Calm down," the professor held a hand up, "Nobody needs to be shot now."
Now she wasn't just offended, but confused as well, "How could you think I'm crazy?"
"Well..." the professor pulled a paper out of his desk, "In art class yesterday you drew this picture of a..." He trailed off and looked at it distastefully.
"My picture of the cheerleader?" Rogue stared at it, "What's wrong with it?"
"She has a knife sticking out of her," he said flatly, "This isn't the sort of thing we really approve of."
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Oh, so I draw one picture of that dead girl I saw the other day-" She stopped and cleared her throat nervously, "I mean the dead cheerleader that I just made up, and suddenly I'm crazy?"
"There's also the matter of your talking to yourself," he said carefully.
"Um..." she tried to think of an excuse, "It's just that I'm, uh... I'm thinking out loud. Yeah, that's what it is." She stopped and seemed to listen to something, "No, I can't say that! Then he'd really think I'm crazy!" She listened again, then cracked up laughing. When she noticed the professor looking at her skeptically she sat up straight and forced a serious expression onto her face.
"Rogue, is there something you want to tell me?" Xavier asked, "Some sort of secret?"
She looked nervously at her feet, "Um... no?"
"I think there is," the professor leaned forward a little, "I think you're hiding something."
Hesitantly, Rogue shook her head, "I can't tell you."
Xavier sighed and said, "You don't have to tell me now. You can tell me when you're ready." He smiled warmly at her as she finally relaxed in her seat. There was a moment of silence as the professor shuffled the papers on his desk and Rogue fidgeted in her seat. He looked up at her, "Are you ready to tell me now?"
"No!" she yelled and stormed out of the room.
The professor sat back in his seat contemplated all of what had just happened. He looked down at the picture he was still holding of the dead girl. She had long red hair and was dressed in a cheerleading uniform. Xavier didn't have much time to think about it before he heard a knock
Rogue poked her head in the door, "Professor?"
"Yes?" he invited her back in.
The girl stepped back into the room, "I'm ready to tell you my secret now."
She seated herself in the seat she had just got out of thirty seconds ago. She hesitated for a moment, still seeming unsure about telling him. "Go ahead, Rogue," he said.
She paused, then finally whispered, "I see dead people."
The professor, somehow seeming unsurprised, leaned forward and whispered his reply, "I know. I read your mind a couple minutes ago."
"What!?" she jumped out of her seat, "How could you-"
He cut her off, "I was just kidding, Rogue. I would never do anything like that." He actually did read her mind. Fortunately she couldn't read his to know that he had done it.
She looked seriously at him, "You think I'm a freak?"
"Look at my face," the professor said and also looked serious, "I would never think that." She would never know that he actually did think she was a freak. A crazy freak, at that. "Tell me more about these dead people you see."
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End part one of Rogue's dream.
Translations:
Ich bin hier, Sie jetzt zu schießen. - I am here to shoot you now.
Nicht schiessen! - Don't shoot!
Ich muß. Andernfalls bohrt dieser Traum. - I must. Otherwise this dream bores.
Aber... warum? - But... why?
Wenn ich Ihnen erklärte... würde ich Sie töten müssen...wieder - If I explained to you... I would have to kill you... again.
autsch - ouch
Feuer ist Spaß! - Fire is fun!
In case you're stupid or I'm really bad at parodies (I'd say the latter) this is a parody of The Sixth Sense. The next chapter may very well contain spoilers for the end of the movie, so if you have not seen it, don't read the next chapter. Or if you really want to you can, but don't come crying to me if I ruin the end for you.
Oh man, this part took so much longer than it should have! Major writer's block, I swear! I had one when I was writing Jean's dream. It's not pretty.
SperryDee: "*laughs* Oh, gosh! Love the Jean-bashing (kinda). Jean is a major priss!"
-I don't intend to bash any character. If I happen to be making fun of one of them it is not because I dislike the person, and anyway, there is only one character on the show that I really don't like (and it isn't Jean... I don't plan on telling who it is). But if you wish to see it as Jean-bashing, if that makes you happy, please feel free to do so.
Mealz: "omg, this is SO funny! i was meant to be on the internet researching something for my homework and then i read this and had so much trouble trying to stop myself from laughing and in the end my mum asked what was so funny about researching heart disease and i had to make up a story really fast!!"
-Heart Disease! Ahahahaha! Nobody needs an excuse to laugh about that! _
Freakish Muffin: "I can't wait for the next chapter which shall be filled with parodiedy goodness... Call Webster's! I made up a word!"
-Hello, Webster's? We need an entry for the newly invented word, 'goodness.' ....Whattya mean it's already a word!?
SSJ Tokya: "Poor Pietro and Lance. I can't believe you killed them." "Poor Kurt, I can't believe Logan shot him." "Poor Scott. Heehee...the shark ate him."
-Don't worry, it was all only a dream. The Titanic never really sunk.
Everyone else who reviewed: "WHOO! We love you, Hizzy! You rock!"
-Thank you all for your reviews. I greatly appreciate it. It boosts my already high ego.