The pale man was still laughing maniacally when suddenly everything became blurry. The man was still laughing when everything came back to sense. It was a dream. But who’s dream? In a faraway place, a boy named Ken Blitz, had woken up from his strange dream. “What was that all about? I don’t even know those people!” he thought. He stared off to space a little longer and shrugged while saying, “Oh well” with a just-ignore-it tone. Just when he was about to get up, he heard two voices yelling which he recognized as his “dreadful” uncle and aunt. They were yelling about their food, which was very common for Blitz to hear.

He just let out a heavy sigh and got up and changed as slowly as he could. He didn’t want to appear before his uncle and aunt, the yelling would have shifted to him. He had enough of their yelling. Once, his cousin, Squelo, took his bike during the summer. Well, it may seem like nothing, but because of Squelo’s enormous weight that was comparable to a giant’s, it broke. When he found out, he was very upset because that was a thing he had saved up by cleaning and helping in school. He didn’t know why but when he was upset at that time, weird things happened. Like when he was washing the mugs, all of them shattered into dust like nothing when he touched them. His uncle found out and got mad at him, as always, but then, his mustache suddenly disappeared. That doubled it. He was locked down in his “room," which was more like a storage room with all of Squelo’s old stuff and his Uncle Jed’s figurine collection which he had completed and so he didn’t care. The only thing he was interested in was a figurine soldier he found on a desk while he was cleaning.

He then walked out of his “room” and he ate his breakfast silently, but fast. Really, really fast like there was no tomorrow. He wasn’t noticed by his cousin; aunt and uncle who had just stop yelling and were now watching the television. He sneaked back into his room and laid down on the bed again. He was trying to recall the dream he had a while ago. He tried and tried, but nothing happened. He couldn’t hold on to the memory. It had faded away like dirt on the floor swept by a broom. Days passed and nothing was unusual. No more dreams for Blitz and no more weird stuff. But during Blitz’s 11th birthday….