Wanda Maximoff: Harbinger of Chaos

Funny things dreams are.

    Before I go to sleep, I like to wonder sometimes, what are dreams? And as I got on my bed tonight, tonight was no different.

    People love dreams for many different reasons. Some see it as an escape, while others see it as a possible future for them, waiting.

    I lie on my bed, wondering about what dreams really were. I knew about most theories about dreams. Some claimed that it was your spirit leaving your body and traveling, others believed it was you seeing your multiversal variants' lives, and some just believe those are the subconscious thoughts of your mind as you sleep.

    I confess that despite all these answers, I didn't really have one. I confess that I did not know which one to believe.

    I'm not a believer in spirits and the supernatural, Pietro and I aren't really religious, it's just too hard to accept that if there was a God up there, that he would let all the things that happened to us happen. That he would have let our Mother die in childbirth giving birth to Pietro and I and allow our father to walk out on me and Pietro and leave us to watch over ourselves ever since we were five.

    Yes, Science is known as basically the answer to everything, that everything can be explained through it and some claim that magic is indeed just science that we cannot explain. But I do not see how our dreams are translations of what we think of as we sleep.

    I never believed in all three of those explanations, for many different reasons. I do sometimes wonder which one Pietro believes in, and why. I do wonder which is true. I remember how I used to believe in the last one, made life sound like a fairy tale. Made life sound magical and used to give me hope. Hope that maybe one day I may have an exciting adventure to change my life. Hope that maybe one day all this will get better when I wake up.

    I remember how I used to be such a dreamer and dream a lot. I used to dream of myself as a superhero, as a witch, and sometimes as the savior of the earth. I used to dream sometimes of me and Pietro surrounded by superheroes, fighting robots and aliens who want to wipe out half the universes.

    But then, fairy tales are just what they are: fairy tales. In this world, there aren't any wizards or witches. There aren't magic lamps to grant wishes, there isn't a sandman to make your dreams come true, or a Fairy Godmother to protect you from an Evil Queen and a wizard to train you. The multiverse is just a fairy tale, a fairy tale people tell themselves to make them feel relevant, because if it were real, at least they know they aren't the worst version of themself.

    Plus if the multiverse was indeed real, there would be nothing special about me... especially this me... right?

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