“Dad, Red had a German accent.”
“What?”
“She means the Red Dragon,” Charlie says.
“What?”
“I asked Lukas to say ‘Dragon Father’.”
“What? Lukas?”
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“Dad, Red had a German accent.”
“What?”
“She means the Red Dragon,” Charlie says.
“What?”
“I asked Lukas to say ‘Dragon Father’.”
“What? Lukas?”
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Joy had just asked Lukas, the man into whose dream we have walked for the first time just a few moments ago, to say ‘Dragon Father’, and now that he has, she’s excited.
“You know the Red Dragon!”
Lukas looks at her, still thrown for a loop over everything that’s happened. “Dragon? What… is… What do you mean?”
I make sure I’m right behind Joy, protecting her. With Justin out of this dream, I want to get out of here as soon as possible. “Joy,” I put a hand on her shoulder. “How can he know the Red Dragon? She was in your father’s dream.”
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Joy and Charlie approach Justin and the weight-lifting Dreamer in the barbell area.
Justin points to a barbell, “Charlie, see that barbell over there? It’s really heavy. Right?” This last one is aimed at the Dreamer.
“Ja,” the Dreamer says, still shocked at what he had seen Justin do, adding in a German accent, “Heavy.”
“What I want you to do is imagine that it is super super light. But you can’t change what it looks like. It has to look like this. Do you understand?”
Charlie nods and approaches one of the heavier barbells. He concentrates while looking at it intensely. Then he reaches down and touches it to test it. He laughs then raises it with one finger.
The Dreamer gasps, shocked.
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This dream looks harmless enough. And yet, we are prepared: Justin, Master Mind, and Charlie are all ready to protect Joy should something happen. And then there’s me, the excess baggage who can’t protect anyone.
We exit Charlie’s elevator in this new dream. This is a city street. People are walking around harmlessly, and no danger seems to be about. The chatter on the street appears to be German. Are we in Germany? I’m not sure.
“That’s the center,” Justin points to a two-story building with glass walls. Inside, we can see a gym. “Let’s go!”
We enter the gym, and although there are quite a few people working out, the man in the middle of the room is the one with the Dreamer’s shadow.
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