Dream A Little Dream
EDENSPHERE DREAM:
"Red, red, red... Taboo child!" The shine of a blade and then there was darkness, a warmth spreading over him until he opened his eyes to discover he was covered in blood. A weight in his arms had him nearly falling over - but hadn't he been sitting just then? Hadn't he been a small child? How could a child bear the weight of a grown man?
But there he was, a grown man now holding another grown man. It began to rain but as it cleared, the sun came out again, bright and radiant. It occurred to him that if that energy could be bottled into a voice, it could command him to do just about anything, but could also scold him like a parent... spank him or hit him... The rain had washed away the blood now, but the sun was so bright he could barely see. The weight was being lifted out of his arms... no, the man was disappearing! Dissolving like dust, or so it felt to him since he couldn't see. Smoke was the last thing he saw of the man, clouding up the sky to temper the sun's rays.
Then a monkey on a mountain-top beckoned to him and he tried to follow the creature, but it was always stronger, faster, more powerful than he was. It made him jealous. Somehow, he knew he'd never achieve that level of power. His only comforting thought was 'At least I'm not powerless, either.' The monkey attacked him from a low branch and latched onto his arm - he'd need to bandage that wound later - but when he didn't react to the pain, the monkey let go and smiled up at him. Now, it would be a loyal friend, a respect born from two outcasts.
A mirror shattered in front of him, grazing his cheek and letting him get small glimpses of himself. Tanned skin, red eyes, red hair, red blood, red, red, red... Why was there so much red?
"You lech!" A strong smell of food and sweat.
"Pervert!" A dull ache on his head, a different kind of smoke stench.
"Now, now..." A... nothing. That was a comfort because he could tell now that someone hated him. A lot. He'd done something taboo, been something taboo... Actually, he got the feeling a lot of someones hated him.
"Che, I'll keep living then, just t' piss 'em all off."
As he said that, a bottle of alcohol, a pack of cigarettes, a bit of food, and a magazine appeared on a low table with a cushion. Three sets of clothes he knew he should recognize were drenched in blood off to the side, leaving him free to wander naked.
Was this some kind of reward?
He reached for the cigarettes first, his favorite kind, and reclined on the cushion, feeling all of those worries drift off like the smoke from the stick in his mouth.
"Red, red, red... Taboo child!" The shine of a blade and then there was darkness, a warmth spreading over him until he opened his eyes to discover he was covered in blood. A weight in his arms had him nearly falling over - but hadn't he been sitting just then? Hadn't he been a small child? How could a child bear the weight of a grown man?
But there he was, a grown man now holding another grown man. It began to rain but as it cleared, the sun came out again, bright and radiant. It occurred to him that if that energy could be bottled into a voice, it could command him to do just about anything, but could also scold him like a parent... spank him or hit him... The rain had washed away the blood now, but the sun was so bright he could barely see. The weight was being lifted out of his arms... no, the man was disappearing! Dissolving like dust, or so it felt to him since he couldn't see. Smoke was the last thing he saw of the man, clouding up the sky to temper the sun's rays.
Then a monkey on a mountain-top beckoned to him and he tried to follow the creature, but it was always stronger, faster, more powerful than he was. It made him jealous. Somehow, he knew he'd never achieve that level of power. His only comforting thought was 'At least I'm not powerless, either.' The monkey attacked him from a low branch and latched onto his arm - he'd need to bandage that wound later - but when he didn't react to the pain, the monkey let go and smiled up at him. Now, it would be a loyal friend, a respect born from two outcasts.
A mirror shattered in front of him, grazing his cheek and letting him get small glimpses of himself. Tanned skin, red eyes, red hair, red blood, red, red, red... Why was there so much red?
"You lech!" A strong smell of food and sweat.
"Pervert!" A dull ache on his head, a different kind of smoke stench.
"Now, now..." A... nothing. That was a comfort because he could tell now that someone hated him. A lot. He'd done something taboo, been something taboo... Actually, he got the feeling a lot of someones hated him.
"Che, I'll keep living then, just t' piss 'em all off."
As he said that, a bottle of alcohol, a pack of cigarettes, a bit of food, and a magazine appeared on a low table with a cushion. Three sets of clothes he knew he should recognize were drenched in blood off to the side, leaving him free to wander naked.
Was this some kind of reward?
He reached for the cigarettes first, his favorite kind, and reclined on the cushion, feeling all of those worries drift off like the smoke from the stick in his mouth.