May9
This post is written for Tell a Tale prompt. My attempt to write with a pinch of humor.
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All this began on a normal day. Hurrying, he leapt out of bed, beat his chest and yelled out:
“Gimme love … Gimme love!!” – as he waved out to the crowd… Boy!! Was that exhilarating!!
The night before, his dad asked him, as to what he wanted to be when he grows up. It seems, that he found an answer.. He wanted to be an actor.. “Cool as Herman lee and Fit like Stallone.”
He almost had a heart attack with excitement. He was so excited, just when he was blowed over by his sister, when she said -
“Look at you in mirror first!!”
He didn’t seem very happy about that, but he just couldn’t contain himself. Nothing this exciting had ever happened before. But now after a thought, he actually realised, may be she was right.
“Now that I think about it really hard, it’s possible that i was woken up once or twice before. So I think. I’m not totally sure. May be it is too far-fetched a dream. 
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And hell i cant do away with my favourite double tossed, cheesy dipped, spicy hotdog with loads of mayonesse cream, ketchup and mustard sauce. I can have everything and yet not enjoy the cuisines. That shall be such a big sacrifice. Too big an ask.”
Anyway after a hasty breakfast eaten; a specially made, well-garnished hotdog; he headed out looking for continuous, direct, erect, horizontal and unswerving options to wilt with his mind. He stepped out of his house.
Looking down the lane, he spotted a car go zoom past him.
He thought – “WOW !! was that cool? I want to go fast too.. Rocket fast!!!”
Jets soared through the creamy skies like a vast sheet of paper that was torn into a million pieces across the seam by ten million hands. The sky moaned like the choirs from the church, with immense pleasure and abundance of adrenalin.
“Yea !! An astronaut is capable of what not many can do… he goes fast… Fastest you can think of..”
His eyes chuckled and shone like that of a lion who has just found his prey, to hunt and feed on.
“Yes that is good.. that is really good..” – he thought.
But it wasn’t. It all seemed too good to be true. This is what he wanted to be. Just when he saw a couple mingling down the road and as he admired them; he was put to the blades again.
“NO…” – he said.
“Overall, this astronaut thing.. it is a very… wait… what was I talking about?
Urgh. I’m bored already. Nothing interesting with girls ever happens around up there.”
“I ll miss out a lot in life if am up there.. So much infact.. This is the right time to pull out.. I want to live happy not mechanical!!!”
Actually, now that he thought about it really hard, it’s possible that something that stimulated him just a few minutes earlier, but for the life of HIM in later part of life, he didnt want to remember it anymore, whatever it was, no matter how lucrative.
Suddenly, the uncertainty of where to direct his new shiny jet melted away and an epiphany took hold. It was all, well… obvious.
“A politician!!” – he chuckled. 
“Yea he has all he can.. Money, Power, Fame.. and yeah a pantry of girls.. EVERYTHING!! and above all he doesnt have to diet.”
It was amazing. He was so excited once again. Supinated.
“Literally nothing had ever happened before that moment that interested me at all. This surely is a thought of a lifetime.”
“I would go around the world, helping everyone, and point out the evident, worth-striking, and readily apparent to anyone who would listen, as well as those who wouldn’t. I would receive my fame fastliest.. and yea.. my feats of great ceremony and public acclaim, charaded by its usefulnes, purpose and audience. I will be known as a man remarkably rich of all semblance of wit, a sense of irony, entertainment, and ability to experience the various emotional states of levity as well as gravity. Sounds Perfect!!”
He was exhilarated. He was about to mark it with his stamp; but he thought it was time for some reality pinching before he declares it to his father.
“Patience, young padawan! I have to actually weigh all options before i am ready for that kind of action! Yes realitiy pinching is so neccesary.” – he confirmed it, by tilting his head in pride with a smile, to sign it with his display of wisdom and intellect.
People always keep telling that you can wake up from a nightmare by pinching yourself, and checking whether or not it hurts? Well the same thing works with lucid dreaming and pure ambition! The trick is to constantly pinch yourself during the day to see if it hurts! Then, when you sleep, you’ll be so used to pinching yourself, that you’ll do it in the dream, check if it hurts, realize it doesn’t, and gain awareness and control over the dream! However, the danger that confronts is — “Number one, You get so excited about the realization of your dreaming that you wake up. Number two, You die from too much pinching.”
“Ouch… What if i die?? .. It will all get over. Now thats something, i need to bother about!!
Imagine, what it would be like.. Scary!!! ” — he had goosebumps all throughout.
“And being a human, isnt it more scarier to find yourself paralyzed with a slimy alien sitting on your chest, pulling all your hairs out; preventing you from breathing, choking you to death, when all your worst fears fly around, hovering like dark shadows, trying to get inside your head via your ears. Thats bloody frightening!!!”
“Imagine the panic during the yecchy alien paralysis, one may experience death, a heart-attack, a seizure, or a dark fierce battle … and because of this, it is very important not to panic; and for that i need to be STRONG.”
“I would have to be very strong.. Yea.. STRONG, like a super hero.. A super hero has almost everything a leader has. Mass fan following. A beautiful girl. Fame. Power. Everything!!”
“…And he is beyond the constraints of finances. Money no longer remains an issue… And yea they are so fashionable.. And so distinguishable.. A neon red cape with a silver reflective trim and brilliant blue suit. A huge yellow and red sign on his chest, embezzled with his name in bold. Thats tempting.”
“And so many possibilities
* Flying like a rocket!
* Having a beautiful intelligent girlfriend
* Dying then un-dying 
<YES!! YES!! YES!!!!>
* Killing all villains and monsters
* Being as cool as Tom Cruise
There’s actually a lot more, but I just can’t… Put my…umm Finger… On it…”
“Fine then it is decided .. I ll be a superhero .. but how .. i need a spider .. yea a spider.. Or a mask .. ummm something ..but how will i find it.. I have to find it.. but how… I need to explore, may be.. ummm .. Do i need to have to be an explorer for that!!”
“Grrr …. why are things not so easy to do :-/ I dont get it.”
“It needs so much exploration .. hey.. how come i missed it — INTERNET EXPLORER Voila .. Thats what i need may be … ” — that was followed by a sigh of relief and rush of excitement.
Recently dad did say somethings the other day. There has been a new cult of nerds that call him “Lord Google, God of information” bla bla bla … which is, like all reverence of Google, utterly undeserved and de trop, gratuitous, among all search engine gods.. Mind Googgling!!
“The best part is, dad was also saying that, Google has many spiders and helps wild mask searches. WOW!!! So Google will surely help me find all i need.. Thats some encouragement !! 
“
“Yes.. but I read somewhere..”
“Google’s mission is to control and organize the world’s information and make selected parts of it universally accessible and useful, after having first been approved by the big brothers.“
“Will I have to hack their system??” — he was lost in his thoughts.
Too much work, to start off with. For now he was too tired, after a long day, of exploration, and cerebration.. So he decided to take his afternoon nap before he could get on with hands-on job.
“So much work for an early teenager.” — he said, as he slipped in to his blanket.
The End.
