Dreams I’ve had; unedited but (for better or worse) not always fully remembered.
You are in the midst of some kind of military-esque training exercise. A dark house with many rooms. Close-quarters urban combat and all that. Only not really military? You’re wearing civilian clothes; clandestine operations? CIA? some other secret agency? The pistol is real enough, but it’s loaded with sugar cubes. They sting like hell when […]
You’re running from building to building and rooftop to rooftop along with (and in support of) the Dread Pirate Roberts. Only this is neither Florin, nor Guilder — unless either have become modernized. This is a modern port town the same as you’d see depicted in the movies: cranes and shipping containers and ear-splitting horns […]
You’ve holed up in a small house with the rest of the survivors. You’re pretty sure that you can make the house safe, though you’re not sure for how long. The house sits in the middle of a pretty broad patch of grass, so the visibility is good, but you’re concerned about that one side […]
You’re to meet friends at a new and small and hole-in-the-wall-ish farm-to-table restaurant. It has just opened. Word has gotten around about it, but it’s not so crazy yet that you need to make a reservation. You arrive a bit after your friends and take a seat at the far end of the table. The […]
He’s running around the house, checking everything, making quiet announcements about whether things are safe, and what should be hidden. There really isn’t anything that needs to be hidden. There’s imminent danger, he tells you, tells all of you. Get the others. Is everyone home? Good. Go get them. Everyone gathers in the living room. […]
She is back. She knows. She won’t say. You cannot ask. You are her. You are her as a child, a little girl. You are atop a large and ornate building–like something that would sit in the center of an old college campus. You inch around the top of it, on the roof. You cling […]
You do not actually enter the bar until afternoon. Technically there is no rule, law, or custom violated. The bar itself is in an old converted factory. Other businesses flank it, but it sits nestled quietly between them. Entering, you notice that it has a speakeasy feel to it–all dim red lights and smoke and […]
You’re hurrying. You have somewhere to be. You need a shower first. You run into the bathroom and slam the door. You hop into the tub and turn the knobs. Someone comes into the bathroom after you. (Hadn’t you shut the door? Locked the door?) You wait for them to leave. (Are they taking a […]
You are running, but you are running down the middle of the street. Route 7. And it’s morning. Smack in the middle of the heavy traffic. You’re dodging cars and bicycles and other runners. You aren’t slow, but you’re the slower than everyone else on the street. You’re getting passed, and a lot of them […]
You’re walking down a hallway. It’s your hallway. The one in your basement, only the mudroom bit at the far end has been eliminated or flattened out. It’s just a long straight hallway. And you’re walking down from one end to the other, urgently. Only the hallway never gets any shorter. You never actually advance. […]