Dreams 2, Electric Boogaloo
Recently, however, there has been another setting that seems to be competing for attention. The House of Death, like The Mall, is named such because I'm rarely creative after being woken up from a nightmare. The House of Death, as I have mentioned before, is a manse converted into an abottoir of sorts, a place for people to come and kill themselves in any way they wish. "There are various stations set up both inside and outside the house, including drowning, immolation, falling, electrocution, fatal duels, disease, and many others. Customers can choose the manner of passing and the amount of pain inflicted throughout- while the stations I mentioned before, within the three floors of the manse-proper, the basement, and the courtyard cover a large variety of potential means of extermination, we here at The House will do custom exterminations, for an added fee. So, if you already know how you or your loved one wishes to pass on, I will escort you to the proper station and representative, or you may go to our lovely Coffee Bar and look over some literature to help you choose." I still know the spiel, even in my waking hours, which I find creepy (at least I look good while I'm giving it).
Anyway, the courtyard is most vivid of all, with ink-black ground and darker, arching, leafless trees; there are paths drawn out in eerie blue or green lights that draw strange curving designs on those parts of the ground not intended for walking upon. The one I remember most was the pool, which was this vast in-ground pool, lit through the constant twilight by a sick-neon green spotlight. I "exterminated" my dad in that one- I gave him the tour and the speech, and he decided to have the breath crushed out of him while underwater (which was actually the way he used to tell me he wanted to die. At least, that's what he told me back when I was 5. No joke.), so he strapped to the bottom of the pool, and the apparatus lowered a massive green block onto him, until the bubbles stopped for a while. Also, the Coffee Bar? Yeah, it's pretty cool, and it has great hot cocoa, and it has no ceiling. The walls go up forever. I guess it's my brain sending me puns- never figured I'd find myself in a topless bar, even less a literal one. I have had only three of these dreams, not including the one from last night, where it was only a minor role.
Anyway, now that you know far more about my head than you probably felt any need to, I'm out.
-Mr. Neavor, Death Salesman, Mallrat Extraordinaire
Anyway, the courtyard is most vivid of all, with ink-black ground and darker, arching, leafless trees; there are paths drawn out in eerie blue or green lights that draw strange curving designs on those parts of the ground not intended for walking upon. The one I remember most was the pool, which was this vast in-ground pool, lit through the constant twilight by a sick-neon green spotlight. I "exterminated" my dad in that one- I gave him the tour and the speech, and he decided to have the breath crushed out of him while underwater (which was actually the way he used to tell me he wanted to die. At least, that's what he told me back when I was 5. No joke.), so he strapped to the bottom of the pool, and the apparatus lowered a massive green block onto him, until the bubbles stopped for a while. Also, the Coffee Bar? Yeah, it's pretty cool, and it has great hot cocoa, and it has no ceiling. The walls go up forever. I guess it's my brain sending me puns- never figured I'd find myself in a topless bar, even less a literal one. I have had only three of these dreams, not including the one from last night, where it was only a minor role.
Anyway, now that you know far more about my head than you probably felt any need to, I'm out.
-Mr. Neavor, Death Salesman, Mallrat Extraordinaire