Earl Yorke

“Wake up, Earl,” Taran said, his voice echoing all over, “it’s okay now.”

I opened my eyes, and found all of my followers standing over me. They gazed upon me as if I was some monster…

“It’s okay,” Taran reassured, “We brought some of your blood down below.”

“Wha– what are you talking about?” I asked, confused by what my step-son was telling me. I watched as each and every person in the dark room exchanged nervous glances, their feelings of safety within those walls now disturbed by something that I did not want to know of.

Taran looked to his mother, my wife, Dina, and then looked back to me. “We brought you back because we need you. They have the technology… below…”

“What are you saying to me?” I asked, deathly afraid of his answer. In a way, I somehow knew what he was about to say.

Taran looked to his mother once again, and my fear worsened. They looked so nervous… as if what they had to say would upset me. I already knew that it would, but the nervous anticipation of what would come out of his mouth made their exchange so much harder to bear.

“We cloned you,” Taran sighed, “with some of your blood that was left over after you… were killed by them.”

Cedric began crying, as if he actually understood what Taran had said…

…and I wake up, fully disturbed by the last part of this dream. What did it all mean? This dream, of all things, reassured me of how creative I am, and I am greatful for that… but that is the only aspect of the dream (aside from the bond that I shared with my step-son) that made me happy. The rest left me feeling… well, I suppose “upset” is the best way to put it even though it is very vague. This dream upset me.

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