A Dream?

“-kay.” Lubic looked around and found himself once again in the park, sitting on the wooden bench he had stopped at to people watch.

“Wow, it really was all a dream!” he said aloud. A couple that was walking by gave him weird looks, then pointedly looked away. But Lubic didn’t care; he got up and stretched, then headed back to his house. He glanced at his watch, wondering how long he had slept, but found the hands were no longer moving. “Huh. I guess the battery died.”

“Are you ready to talk now, Lubic?” a familiar voice called out to him. He looked up from his watch to find a blonde woman blocking his path.

Oh no, it’s the quack! He thought about just ignoring her, but decided that he really should talk, if only to get rid of her more quickly. “I don’t have anything more to say to you.”

“So you are still denying what you are? Even after your fun adventure with time? And with an alien woman?” Mikala demanded.

“What are you talking about? How do you know about my dream?”

“Lubic, that is what we have been trying to tell you! This is no dream!”

“Have you even heard yourself talk? Adventures with time? Aliens? How can it be anything but a dream? Alien women don’t wander through parks in real life! And if aliens really did exist, they wouldn’t be that hot!”

She rolled her eyes. “What did I get that poor girl into?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you think you put the call out to her? Of course not! I was hoping that someone more alien looking could help convince you that this is real. Obviously I was wrong! You humans are all the same! Stubborn, disbelieving morons!”

“Wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that you’re not human?” Lubic began slowly inching past her.

“There can be only one human Starlord or Spacelord. That is the rule.”

“You really are a quack!” He turned and jogged away.

“Why do I even try?” Mikala muttered angrily to herself, glaring after his retreating back.

*

It was ten minutes later when Lubic finally made it back to his house. He slammed the door behind him, cursing under his breath on his way to the shower.

“Lubic?” his grandmother called from the living room. “Lubic, aren’t you going to say hello?”

“What? Oh sorry grandma,” he backtracked, poking his head around the corner. Mary was seated on the leather sofa with a young girl. “Hello?”

“Lubic, I want you to meet Elara,” Mary smiled at him.

Lubic turned to regard the other woman in shock. “Elara?”

She looked up at him, her green eyes peering shyly up at him from a tangle of dark hair. “Hello uncle.”