OOC: Dream 2
(ooc: NOTE: This dream involves all the events included in the first dream here before beginning this second section.)
It began the same. The room, the book, the butterfly.
But when he went to touch the creature, it flew up and away, melting through the door.
He set after it, passing through the wall. It sealed behind him, but he barely noticed it in the radical contrast of this new room. Colors moved across the wall, various shapes, like a constantly shifting abstract painting. The butterfly hovered in the middle of the ordered chaos, waiting.
As he approached, it sank down. He kneeled to retrieve it. Such a fragile thing...he held it in cupped hands, wishing for it to fly again.
Then, burning. His hands began to burn violently, where the butterfly touched was comparable to acid, destroying his flesh. He clutched it tighter, though, the inescapable conviction that he should not let go possessing his thoughts.
"Why hold on? Why not let go?" the voice whispered, so gentle, but commanding. He shook his head and shut his eyes.
"Fool." The word shocked him into opening his eyes, and he was now in the ballroom of his memory, in the position for a waltz with a masked someone, the only other person in the room. "The next figure's about to start."
They fell into a perfect dance, matched every movement, and the stranger spoke. "You can't run. I finally caught you, and now you're going to run again."
"If it's for the best, I will rid you from my life," he responded.
"How could you?" the person asked. "You could never..." and with one fluid movement pulled off the mask and drew him closer, "because we are one."
It was him, smiling so dangerously. His exact copy, down to his outfit. But this one felt like everything he wasn't, violence/tragedy/loud/poison. "Don't ever forget..." and with that, the double kissed him.
It was as if he was the double. Everything in chaos, everything thought highly of worthless, and little things great. Anathema and reversal in the extreme.
The music stopped, and he was alone. It took only a few moments before he remembered how to move, and he fainted, falling in slow motion before blackness took the place of sight.