Today I decided that I absolutely have to write down this like a diary. It was a strange dream I had. This story however, lacks consistency as I wrote it down AS IS to the dream:
I had this strange ability. I shared it with a couple of guys and gals who played violins and such. It's a REALLY strange ability that none of us knew much about since we're the first generation. Apparently when we communicate, no one will notice us, as if we are invisible. We have a normal looking cellphone where when we press a certain button we can intercommunicate with anyone with this ability, and when we do, we are invisible to the world. There was the beautiful (not extraordinarily beautiful like in the clinches) girl who helped me get through my days and spent time with me talking about things and how different we are. I think there was a love interest of some sort around here. One day I discovered a diary of some sort in which the girl called it the "angelic text". For some reason we also carried the abilities of normal human. When I saw through my human eyes, I saw a bunch of silly drawings and such. When I saw the text through my strange ability, I saw this text that was the mixture of Hebrew and Arabic. I can sense that it is telling us something important and it is written in a very dark and serious tone. However, I couldn't understand Arabic or Hebrew. Then the next day some new person with our ability was discovered using this cellphone method. My dream ends there as my father wake me up with a slap.
I had this strange ability. I shared it with a couple of guys and gals who played violins and such. It's a REALLY strange ability that none of us knew much about since we're the first generation. Apparently when we communicate, no one will notice us, as if we are invisible. We have a normal looking cellphone where when we press a certain button we can intercommunicate with anyone with this ability, and when we do, we are invisible to the world. There was the beautiful (not extraordinarily beautiful like in the clinches) girl who helped me get through my days and spent time with me talking about things and how different we are. I think there was a love interest of some sort around here. One day I discovered a diary of some sort in which the girl called it the "angelic text". For some reason we also carried the abilities of normal human. When I saw through my human eyes, I saw a bunch of silly drawings and such. When I saw the text through my strange ability, I saw this text that was the mixture of Hebrew and Arabic. I can sense that it is telling us something important and it is written in a very dark and serious tone. However, I couldn't understand Arabic or Hebrew. Then the next day some new person with our ability was discovered using this cellphone method. My dream ends there as my father wake me up with a slap.
