3: The Dream
The older gentleman was too shocked to pull out his light-saber or do anything, frankly. On the couch, middle cushion, was a little boy probably no older than Anakin had been when he had begun to train him. Yet this was not the same Padawan—although he was shockingly similar. He was on his side, curled up in a ball with his eyes shut. Obi-Wan could not think of anything that would explain this strange child's presence and even forgot about the missing Anakin for that moment.
He did not want to scare the youngling, so he approached the couch with stealth and gently tapped on the boy's shoulder. His long eyelashes fluttered open slowly and he peered up into the Jedi's face. An excited grin of wonder swept across his face.
"Master!" he cried happily and hugged a very startled Obi-Wan around the waist. "Oh Master it's you! You are so young!" He seemed to suddenly notice something. The boy let go of Obi-Wan and examined himself. "Yet then again, so am I! Or was it all a dream, master? With Han Solo... and Darth Vader?"
The older Jedi stared blankly for a moment at this crazy boy. "I am sorry, young one," he said softly. "But I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Master Obi-Wan!" the boy seemed let down. "Then I suppose it was a dream..."
General Kenobi did a double-take. "Excuse me, how do you know my name?"
At this the Padawan seemed most distressed. "Of course I know your name, Master!" The boy said with worry. "It's me, Luke Skywalker!" Obi-Wan was just about to escort the child out the door when the last three syllables computed with his brain. Surely Anakin had no younger brother? No, the mathematics did not figure out right for that unless this boy was one or two years old (which he surely was not).
"Skywalker, you say?" Obi asked the wide-eyed child who shook his head up and down feverishly. "Might you know your father's name?"
"Well... this might sound crazy, but all I really remember is the dream. Where you trained me to be a great Jedi, then we fought a mighty war—the mightiest war—against the Sith Lord Sidious and his apprentice Darth Vader! You said you had trained Darth Vader and—"
Once again, Obi-Wan interrupted. He had never trained any Jedi who had become a Sith apprentice and told the boy so. Luke reminded Kenobi that it was just a dream. It troubled the old Knight that he had never seen this Padawan about in the temples and yet he seemed to know all about Obi. He even asked a few trivial questions about certain ethics that he had taught Anakin and yet Luke knew the reply or corresponding statement to each one.
"Alright," Obi-Wan said resignedly. "I am going to will myself to believe you are telling the truth. Let's hear the rest of this dream and we shall see if you can possibly be who you say you are."
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Master Kenobi listened intently, his hand running across his fuzzy beard. His bright blue eyes were fixed on Luke's. This dream seemed like none he had ever had or heard about before. The emotion Luke expressed at each moment of climax, tragedy, and joy even began to rub off on Obi by the time the tale was finished. At this point, all doubt of the boy's sincerity had vanished from the Master Jedi's mind.
"You are sure that I had trained this Darth Vader?" Obi-Wan asked with a gnawing dread in his heart.
"Oh yes," Luke said without appearing to think it mattered much.
"Then that must mean..." Anakin.
