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Day 4 - Story 2
15 years ago
Play List:
Yesterday - The Beatles
Everything You Know is Wrong - Weird Al
You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
Right Now - SR71
Paint It Black - Rolling Stones
Memories In Me - Remix
Kiss Me Deadly - Big Reel Fish
My dreams came suddenly as if the Sandman was in a hurry. I found myself standing in a field as bright and clear as any movie might have shown. Not a single cloud hid the sun from me. Grasses rolled around my knees, driven with a breeze to appear like the sea.
Unlike what is usual for dreams, I knew this was a dream. The feeling of wind against my skin felt false somehow and the sky looked like it was painted on. I looked closely and found a spot of it peeling. So I reached up and tried to grab it. I wasn't surprised that I could. It felt like grabbing a piece of cotton. A sudden urge took a hold of me and I tugged at the bit of atmosphere. It came down easily, tearing a line down the sky.
Beyond the blue was a blackness that was as deep as space. No stars shined in it, but veins of red traced within. Intrigued, I tugged harder until the world was split in two. Darkness inhabited one half and the sun ruled over the other.
The lines of red converged on a figure in the darkness. He was blacker than shadow, absorbing even that into himself. He was a being light didn't even know existed. He breathed out in a roiling cloud of purification and red ash. It fluttered around me, but I was unmoved. I simply stared at it like one would look at his own doom coming for him at a charge.
A breath in, shaking the grass with gale force winds, before he spoke.
"Ah, found me at last. I was curious if you ever would."
I tried to answer but all that emerged was the drawing of a fish. I batted it away, managing a kitten this time. I frowned, annoyed. The Blackness snickered. It was a sound like dried beans dragged across sandpaper.
"Still can't control yourself. Perfect. I've been getting peckish waiting for you."
It reached out a hand like a skinless dog's paw. The darkness bowed out of his way. Something deep inside me shivered. Right below my stomach. He snickered again.
At the edge of the darkness, his hand ran into nothing, claws scraping what sounded like glass. His featureless face frowned with displeasure. His hand came crashing down in a fist complete with fingers. The air wavered slightly, but did not give to him. I saw it shimmer with a bit of green. Green like the grass.
A grumble of frustration as he tried once more.
"Protected. Damn you. Damn her. I will have you. She cannot protect you forever. She can barely protect you now!" His voice took an edge of violence there at the last. A velvet curtain began drawing itself over the nothingness that separated light and dark. The Blackness grumbled some more, tearing a golden tassel off its slender rope before he disappeared behind the crimson curtains. Once they closed, its lack was the only sight anything was behind it.
But I knew. That place beneath my stomach knew as well. It shivered again.
I woke up then with a suddenness usually reserved with waking from a nightmare. But I wasn't covered in a cold sweat and I certainly hadn't cried out. So why did I think I was having a nightmare? My sleepy brain tried to puzzle at this and grasp as the shreds of my dream. They slipped out of its fingers and disappeared back into Morpheus' pocket.
I stretched and realized with a bit of a start I was naked. I never usually slept like that. I wondered then how I had even gotten home as my brain switched on the light switch to the room of my memories. I looked down at my arm with a bit of dread.
It was completely hairless and sheeted with pink, new skin... but it didn't hurt. There wasn't even a trace of burnt skin, nor a smell of one either.
"So it was real. I wonder where the fairy went?"
My answer came in the form of a yawn from the pillow next to me. A tiny, naked, emerald winged fairy lay curled there. Part of my mind wondered why her wings weren't made of leaves anymore. Another part wondered why she was naked. A third demanded again to know why I was naked.
Oh me, oh me. I finally solved the problem of where this story was headed. My imagination was firmly set on doing some sort of ambulance ride scene before I sat down to write tonight. And then this came out. I like it actually. Writing about dreams is fun.
I still worry that my writing is a bit too... lyrical?... I guess that word works. But then, I've read books written similarly and I loved them. Forward the Mage was a good example. Or at least that was my impression when I came away from it.
Ah well! I do hope things are getting interesting.
Yesterday - The Beatles
Everything You Know is Wrong - Weird Al
You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
Right Now - SR71
Paint It Black - Rolling Stones
Memories In Me - Remix
Kiss Me Deadly - Big Reel Fish
My dreams came suddenly as if the Sandman was in a hurry. I found myself standing in a field as bright and clear as any movie might have shown. Not a single cloud hid the sun from me. Grasses rolled around my knees, driven with a breeze to appear like the sea.
Unlike what is usual for dreams, I knew this was a dream. The feeling of wind against my skin felt false somehow and the sky looked like it was painted on. I looked closely and found a spot of it peeling. So I reached up and tried to grab it. I wasn't surprised that I could. It felt like grabbing a piece of cotton. A sudden urge took a hold of me and I tugged at the bit of atmosphere. It came down easily, tearing a line down the sky.
Beyond the blue was a blackness that was as deep as space. No stars shined in it, but veins of red traced within. Intrigued, I tugged harder until the world was split in two. Darkness inhabited one half and the sun ruled over the other.
The lines of red converged on a figure in the darkness. He was blacker than shadow, absorbing even that into himself. He was a being light didn't even know existed. He breathed out in a roiling cloud of purification and red ash. It fluttered around me, but I was unmoved. I simply stared at it like one would look at his own doom coming for him at a charge.
A breath in, shaking the grass with gale force winds, before he spoke.
"Ah, found me at last. I was curious if you ever would."
I tried to answer but all that emerged was the drawing of a fish. I batted it away, managing a kitten this time. I frowned, annoyed. The Blackness snickered. It was a sound like dried beans dragged across sandpaper.
"Still can't control yourself. Perfect. I've been getting peckish waiting for you."
It reached out a hand like a skinless dog's paw. The darkness bowed out of his way. Something deep inside me shivered. Right below my stomach. He snickered again.
At the edge of the darkness, his hand ran into nothing, claws scraping what sounded like glass. His featureless face frowned with displeasure. His hand came crashing down in a fist complete with fingers. The air wavered slightly, but did not give to him. I saw it shimmer with a bit of green. Green like the grass.
A grumble of frustration as he tried once more.
"Protected. Damn you. Damn her. I will have you. She cannot protect you forever. She can barely protect you now!" His voice took an edge of violence there at the last. A velvet curtain began drawing itself over the nothingness that separated light and dark. The Blackness grumbled some more, tearing a golden tassel off its slender rope before he disappeared behind the crimson curtains. Once they closed, its lack was the only sight anything was behind it.
But I knew. That place beneath my stomach knew as well. It shivered again.
I woke up then with a suddenness usually reserved with waking from a nightmare. But I wasn't covered in a cold sweat and I certainly hadn't cried out. So why did I think I was having a nightmare? My sleepy brain tried to puzzle at this and grasp as the shreds of my dream. They slipped out of its fingers and disappeared back into Morpheus' pocket.
I stretched and realized with a bit of a start I was naked. I never usually slept like that. I wondered then how I had even gotten home as my brain switched on the light switch to the room of my memories. I looked down at my arm with a bit of dread.
It was completely hairless and sheeted with pink, new skin... but it didn't hurt. There wasn't even a trace of burnt skin, nor a smell of one either.
"So it was real. I wonder where the fairy went?"
My answer came in the form of a yawn from the pillow next to me. A tiny, naked, emerald winged fairy lay curled there. Part of my mind wondered why her wings weren't made of leaves anymore. Another part wondered why she was naked. A third demanded again to know why I was naked.
Oh me, oh me. I finally solved the problem of where this story was headed. My imagination was firmly set on doing some sort of ambulance ride scene before I sat down to write tonight. And then this came out. I like it actually. Writing about dreams is fun.
I still worry that my writing is a bit too... lyrical?... I guess that word works. But then, I've read books written similarly and I loved them. Forward the Mage was a good example. Or at least that was my impression when I came away from it.
Ah well! I do hope things are getting interesting.
~GR
I can't wait for more ^^