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Driving up to find a family union except with everyone being years younger, and everyone still alive. Then recounting this to dream friends and crying.
A big scene in a gymnasium, with a bunch of people handing in tickets to win something. Also winter clothes.
Driving through the dark, as dark shapes cross the road. We stop. A large black dog in the road. I tell the driver to honk.
Driving through a French city looking for the old part of town, a fortress perhaps. We ask around, and people say in hushed voices that it's past the industrial district on the edge of town.
As if to disguise it's own filth most of the rough walls in the industrial district are painted hospital green. It's chipping off. Small, compartment-like houses scare me, as the possibly of vagrants rise. Although they're in the impressionist style, and not very practical. Form rather than function, in a district where function usually dominates.
At a certain point we can see out of the district into a green field with sheep grazing, and deer jumping. I appreciate the contrast.
Then a stain of blood at the edge of the water as a huge ancient saber-toothed crocodile slinks back into the pristine blue lake. A four legged owl comes by and drops one of its offspring in the arms of one of my friends, it's pretty cute for being a genetic experiment.
Back at the lab I ask one of the scientists who supposedly worked on this "nature reserve." He refuses to tell me anything about it, for fear that the monsters contained within will get loose. It's called L'O Sae________ or Le Se_______ I'm not sure. But after a few Google searches I find a picture of a large ornate viking ship, and I know I've found it.
He begs me not to go, that the government will kill me if I get to close.
I ignore him, in true X-files style and get in my car, I feel more like Fox Mulder all the time.
He's trying to get into the car to stop me, so I lock my doors, and have a premonition to roll up my windows. Sure enough, genetically engineered killer bees sent by the people trying to keep L'O Sae_______ a secret, swarm, fill up my garage, and leave the former scientist (I believe he owns a greenhouse these days) covered in horrible wounds. He's dead. I drive.
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A big scene in a gymnasium, with a bunch of people handing in tickets to win something. Also winter clothes.
Driving through the dark, as dark shapes cross the road. We stop. A large black dog in the road. I tell the driver to honk.
Driving through a French city looking for the old part of town, a fortress perhaps. We ask around, and people say in hushed voices that it's past the industrial district on the edge of town.
As if to disguise it's own filth most of the rough walls in the industrial district are painted hospital green. It's chipping off. Small, compartment-like houses scare me, as the possibly of vagrants rise. Although they're in the impressionist style, and not very practical. Form rather than function, in a district where function usually dominates.
At a certain point we can see out of the district into a green field with sheep grazing, and deer jumping. I appreciate the contrast.
Then a stain of blood at the edge of the water as a huge ancient saber-toothed crocodile slinks back into the pristine blue lake. A four legged owl comes by and drops one of its offspring in the arms of one of my friends, it's pretty cute for being a genetic experiment.
Back at the lab I ask one of the scientists who supposedly worked on this "nature reserve." He refuses to tell me anything about it, for fear that the monsters contained within will get loose. It's called L'O Sae________ or Le Se_______ I'm not sure. But after a few Google searches I find a picture of a large ornate viking ship, and I know I've found it.
He begs me not to go, that the government will kill me if I get to close.
I ignore him, in true X-files style and get in my car, I feel more like Fox Mulder all the time.
He's trying to get into the car to stop me, so I lock my doors, and have a premonition to roll up my windows. Sure enough, genetically engineered killer bees sent by the people trying to keep L'O Sae_______ a secret, swarm, fill up my garage, and leave the former scientist (I believe he owns a greenhouse these days) covered in horrible wounds. He's dead. I drive.
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