Final Diagnostic Essay: Jumper

The piercing sounds from the alarm clock rung throughout the room; I struggled as I began to part myself from the entangled sheets which had secured me in my previous slumber. The next thing I knew I had found myself sitting in the same plastic off-white desk which I always sat in since the first day of school. This wasn’t a dream, nor was it a mind trick formed by boredom. I distinctively recall feeling the comfort of my own bed underneath my resting body, the sound of my ferrets’ nails scratching their paws into the plastic floors of their cage, the melodic music which surrounds me as I sleep. This was something different; something merely impossible for a human being to accomplish (or that of any life form on earth to be frank.)

As I grew curious of what had happened that morning I began to question if it was even real. It sounded as if I had superpowers. But go around telling even a single student on campus that and they would believe you’re nothing but a nutcase. “Be reasonable,” I had told myself “if I truly had superpowers I would have been able to perform such acts of the supernatural behavior before; wouldn’t I?”

By the end of the day I had become tired and just wanted to go home. Waiting for my ride was killing me. I had become grumpy and annoyed after I received a call from the person who was supposed to pick me up half an hour after the time we agreed upon to meet up. I was told that I would have to find another ride home since they had forgotten about the carpool that day. By now all I could do was imagine lying in my bed and recalling how comfortable I had felt that morning. I closed my eyes and dropped my bag along with everything else I was holding. There was no noise. The stillness of silence became my escape from the stressful day. Serenity filled the air, time stood still. I felt as if I was where I wanted to be, home. I slowly re-opened my eyes and noticed a completely different environment surrounding me than that I was in previously. The grin on my face turned into a great smile of joy and amazement. In a blink of an eye, I found myself in my bed, reaching for the sheet to cover my tired body. This was not a dream; I realized that I have the ability to teleport my physical body to a new location desired by my mind through time and space! No longer would I have to worry about being late for anything anymore.

The world seemed to become much smaller and more accessible to me now; I can be in Paris for lunch and have dinner in China if I merely desire to do so. My mind started to wonder about the possibilities of such a gift. Can I teleport myself into the past, witnessing the bygone history by my own eyes? Can one, having the knowledge of the past history, change its course? How about the future and my ability to inject myself into its realm? The idea of being the sole survivor of my generation sent a chill down my spine. The sights and the changes of atmosphere from here and there had made me dizzy. The early excitement of such a powerful ability started to weigh me down. It was such a fun discovery to teleport myself into my room, into my comfort zone; to have the capability to change history because of having the knowledge of its outcome ahead of time was disturbing to me.

I felt exhausted mentally, letting my mind have a tour of possibilities. I lied down and fell asleep. A new picture started to occupy my mind, only this time it was just a dream.