OOC: Spike's Dream
He was standing in the darkness. He felt strange here; he was no longer closed-off to the world and to other people, so his mind should have been filled with light...
He began to walk. He didn't know what was compelling him to, but he felt that this was the right thing to do. As he walked, he began to feel the darkness break a little- enough to see pictures of things floating past. Not just things- people. Places. Events. Things that he knew were important to them, even though he saw only vague outlines. The places were fuzzy and hazy, as though he were looking at them through a pane of frosted glass, but they were all familiar enough- his bedroom. A circular room filled with computers. A larger room filled with things for leasure- couches, chairs, video games, a fish tank. Outdoors, people doing exercise.
He could see things happening, too- but he couldn't see anybody except himself. Any other people in these events had their faces averted. He could see himself lying on his bed, looking sadly at a picture in a silver frame. Himself, covered with mud and arguing with a shorter man. Himself, pummeling a punching bag while a tall woman with cat ears spoke to him. On and on...
Then he could hear the sound of screeching tires.
He continued to walk, hoping he could find out what it all meant. The darkness was getting brighter, and now places and events were replaced by people. All of them had their faces hidden, their heads averted, but he could feel a great sadness from them. He wished he knew why... then, he suddenly found his progress arrested by something. A nearly-transparent barrier before him, shimmering with faint blue energy. He reached out to touch it, when all of a sudden it disappeared, and he was blinded by a flash. He threw his arms up to shield his eyes, then lowered them as the flash dimmed...
There was a smiling young man standing there. But before he could get a clear look at the man's face, he was gone... and the darkness had veiled him again.
He began to walk. He didn't know what was compelling him to, but he felt that this was the right thing to do. As he walked, he began to feel the darkness break a little- enough to see pictures of things floating past. Not just things- people. Places. Events. Things that he knew were important to them, even though he saw only vague outlines. The places were fuzzy and hazy, as though he were looking at them through a pane of frosted glass, but they were all familiar enough- his bedroom. A circular room filled with computers. A larger room filled with things for leasure- couches, chairs, video games, a fish tank. Outdoors, people doing exercise.
He could see things happening, too- but he couldn't see anybody except himself. Any other people in these events had their faces averted. He could see himself lying on his bed, looking sadly at a picture in a silver frame. Himself, covered with mud and arguing with a shorter man. Himself, pummeling a punching bag while a tall woman with cat ears spoke to him. On and on...
Then he could hear the sound of screeching tires.
He continued to walk, hoping he could find out what it all meant. The darkness was getting brighter, and now places and events were replaced by people. All of them had their faces hidden, their heads averted, but he could feel a great sadness from them. He wished he knew why... then, he suddenly found his progress arrested by something. A nearly-transparent barrier before him, shimmering with faint blue energy. He reached out to touch it, when all of a sudden it disappeared, and he was blinded by a flash. He threw his arms up to shield his eyes, then lowered them as the flash dimmed...
There was a smiling young man standing there. But before he could get a clear look at the man's face, he was gone... and the darkness had veiled him again.