OOC: Dream
DREAM
(Note: All of the following is blurred together and won’t be able to be picked apart for real clarification until further down the road. Likely, I plan, through actual night dreams in the sphere. What he’ll wake up with is more a reel of snapshots and audio clips from these crumpled together and possibly out of order. If I misunderstood how these dreams could work, however, I’m happy to have it be completely coherent or in-between, too.)
The world was a mesh of dampened color and hollow sound. Light swam around freshly opened eyes, disorienting the boy and riddling his body with nauseating vertigo. Instinct pushed his hands out, tried to get him away from the prison of thick liquid and muted senses. His small fingers found resistance and pierced through it with a frantic application of strength. Around the digits, the pod’s membrane tore and divided until his young form was bursting out to fill his lungs with air for the first time. A blink and he was standing before a second pod, fingertips gliding down the slick surface of its unbroken skin. Inside, blonde curls floated. She was beautiful. An impatient tug pulled at his arm and he turned…
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…to rip open the green shirt and reveal a wound pooling with blood. Hazel eyes, lidded and weak, tried to keep locked on his. His madly beating heart ached and pounded in his ears. He was going to fix this. A hand was pressed urgently to the injury. Power shuddered through his arm…
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…and there were cupcakes. No, a dress of cupcakes. Or was it a dress with cupcakes printed on? He wasn’t sure. He…
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…held a strange rock in his hand and watched as it gave off the image of a stranger. She spoke things that filled him with dread. The…
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…horizon was decorated with skyscrapers and a new morning. A blonde girl was at his side, smiling. He realized he was smiling too.
“I’m the king of the world.” His smile broadened.
“Yes, you are.” Her tone waxed serious. “Just not of-”
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“-king! Now you’re just a boy.” The same golden-haired girl from before, but she was screaming at him now. Defensive tears swelled in her eyes. He wanted to be confused, but he was just angry. He was just so angry.
He raised his hand to her neck. He raised his hand to kill her…
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…but he was too happy. The cramped, hot van held within it everyone he loved. They were all a mass of fancy clothes and giddy grins. Before them, the road held promise. It held hope. Maybe, just maybe, everything really was going to be okay.