{ dream }
DREAM:
He was falling. It wasn’t a terrible sort of falling - it just happened to be the way he was going. The first part, where he jumped off, was natural. Natural and warmth and there were colors and flashes of light - pale skin and pages and the brown of a ball and the green of a field and smell of grain and women. It was easy to fall into.
But something happened, something changed, and suddenly his fall hard and strange and dizzy and confused - but there was someone falling with him, now. It was cold and grey and shapes were shifting, but he could see nothing except for one face - an angular face, with cold eyes but a persuasive, welcoming voice.
“I’m Justin. Nice to meet you. What the hell you get in here for? I stole some woman’s fucking Camero.”
He held onto that face as they fell and suddenly, the pit they fell into was filled with spikes. Falling hurt, suddenly, hurt like he had never felt pain before - but it was brief and the pain eased - but hardly left.
The tunnel was green streaked with red and he grabbed the wall and the face (that was green too, now) and hung on. The wall hit him hard, but he clung to both and he was standing on the side of the tunnel. Things were still falling - now the name of the game was avoidance. He dodged them all, but one got him, and he fell, but Justin wasn’t falling with him - and then he was caught, and then he was falling again.
He was falling. It wasn’t a terrible sort of falling - it just happened to be the way he was going. The first part, where he jumped off, was natural. Natural and warmth and there were colors and flashes of light - pale skin and pages and the brown of a ball and the green of a field and smell of grain and women. It was easy to fall into.
But something happened, something changed, and suddenly his fall hard and strange and dizzy and confused - but there was someone falling with him, now. It was cold and grey and shapes were shifting, but he could see nothing except for one face - an angular face, with cold eyes but a persuasive, welcoming voice.
“I’m Justin. Nice to meet you. What the hell you get in here for? I stole some woman’s fucking Camero.”
He held onto that face as they fell and suddenly, the pit they fell into was filled with spikes. Falling hurt, suddenly, hurt like he had never felt pain before - but it was brief and the pain eased - but hardly left.
The tunnel was green streaked with red and he grabbed the wall and the face (that was green too, now) and hung on. The wall hit him hard, but he clung to both and he was standing on the side of the tunnel. Things were still falling - now the name of the game was avoidance. He dodged them all, but one got him, and he fell, but Justin wasn’t falling with him - and then he was caught, and then he was falling again.