Waking dreams ftl
Anyone else ever have one of those recurring dreams where you just can't shake the feeling that the dream isn't all that impossible? Let me explain my dream to you:
I wake up in pitch blackness. Naturally, I want to call out to see if anyone is there, but I don't. I'm smarter than that. I realize I'm either blind somehow or I'm somewhere against my will. I attempt to get my bearings before standing to feel my surroundings. For all I know, it could be someone more twisted than I and they would like nothing more than to see me squirm; a pleasure reserved for no one. At last I see a line of light through what seems to be a recently opened door. With caution, I approach. There I see a small corridor that leads to what looks like a larger room. Then I can hear voices. This slows my pace substantially. Once again, I have no idea where I am and have no interest in doing anything before I have more knowledge on the situation than I had previously.
I enter the bigger room only to notice that everyone in the room seems as disoriented as my captor wishes I felt. I also notice that everyone in the room is someone I hate. No, these aren't just people that I hate-I loath them all. I also know that none of them have any kind of soft spot for me. I get a few sneers from some and others whisper to themselves. This is the most alone I have ever felt. No, it's the most alone I have ever been. No friends, no one that I could even call an ally. I have no control over this situation.
Immediately I try to make sense of the situation: Who could possibly benefit from having all of these people here? And why people that I hate? Is that the only correlation or is there another less obvious one? No, that has to be it. Am I the key? No time for that now, I have to talk to these scum to see what I can find out. I may hate them, but not all of them are irrational. Unfortunately, they're not all stupid either. Some of them must have noticed by now. But there's no way they could have put it together. Most of them don't even know each other, much less have the capability to deduce that they're all my enemies. But whoever kidnapped us all knew it. Anyway, I approach one of them that I haven't seen in years and try to find out what they think has happened.
John Kindol. Big and dumb. A more useless piece of flesh I have yet to come accross, but he might be of some use. I explain that It's "good to see him" and that "I wish it were under different circumstances". He tells me what he knows, which isn't much more than I had assumed myself. At this point, many of them seem to be waiting for me to take charge and say something. Knowing all of the people in the room, I know that to be a bad idea. I can't reveal that I know them all but I can't hide it forever either. So, the best decision is to come out with it to alleviate suspicion of myself for later.
I address them all at once, explaining what I think has happened. These people, being my enemies, were less than trusting. The ones that weren't interrupting me were outright mocking me or trying to take control themselves. A foolish notion, seeing as to how the ones who try to take the initiative obviously to lack the skills needed to lead such a group. I find it funny to watch their flawed personalities interact with one another.
After that I kept to myself. I had to think, which was not easy in this room. If they all had weapons I'd be long dead, I was thinking to myself. Then, some of the less likely of enemies came up to me and asked what they should do. Was this a trap to earn my trust or a plea for help? I would make it look like I was willing to help, but really expect the trap. I'll not be caught off guard here.
All this time, I have been keeping a close watch on my tongue. As you can imagine, dream or not, I want to tell these scum what I think them. About their cowardess, uselessness, heartlessness. And then it hits me. The only person who would want all of these people here is me. But when did I....how did I? I couldn't let my suspicions be known. Then I know what I have to do. I bark orders to all of them like I was born to do it; they comply. The more pig-headed of the group are slow to follow my commands, but do so regardless.
Then it all falls apart. I lose control. It seems that my knowledge of all of them had started to kick in to some of the more intelligent of the bunch. They start asking questions and I don't have answers. Things turn ugly really quickly. The men in the group approach me menacingly. I threaten them, warning them that if they come closer I won't hesitate to break them. And break them I did. The first 5 or 6 lay there wimpering or worse, so I warn the others. These are seemingly the more able of the bunch. Even a few of the women join in. Within moments, it seems, I'm done.
I woke up an undertermined time later to a sweet face, but I knew her to be evil. She slapps me. I can feel broken ribs and my right eye doesn't quite want to open. I could still taste blood. Seems they took the liberty of kicking the crap out of me while I was unconscious. Just like these scum. The first thing I mention is something to that effect. I believe it was "revenge must be sweet on someone who can't defend themselves". Two of them were still on the ground where we tussled. Apparently I did more damge than I had anticipated. The two most disliked of the group seem to have taken charge and tried to make sense of the situation. They started asking me questions; rather interrogating me, seeing as to how I was bound. I offered them nothing. At least if I was going to die I could make certain all of them would go with me. They continue to beat me but I give them nothing. Then, I fall back and stare at the ceiling. That's when I see me. Not ME me, but another me, staring right back at me. He puts his index finger to his mouth and winks at me. I smile, take one last look at my interrogators, insult them and wake up.
Weird, huh? Not entirely unlike things that I think up. I have been having this dream for a few years now. Sometimes the faces change. Every time I lose and win. I can even remember going in with different strategies. It always fails.
I wake up in pitch blackness. Naturally, I want to call out to see if anyone is there, but I don't. I'm smarter than that. I realize I'm either blind somehow or I'm somewhere against my will. I attempt to get my bearings before standing to feel my surroundings. For all I know, it could be someone more twisted than I and they would like nothing more than to see me squirm; a pleasure reserved for no one. At last I see a line of light through what seems to be a recently opened door. With caution, I approach. There I see a small corridor that leads to what looks like a larger room. Then I can hear voices. This slows my pace substantially. Once again, I have no idea where I am and have no interest in doing anything before I have more knowledge on the situation than I had previously.
I enter the bigger room only to notice that everyone in the room seems as disoriented as my captor wishes I felt. I also notice that everyone in the room is someone I hate. No, these aren't just people that I hate-I loath them all. I also know that none of them have any kind of soft spot for me. I get a few sneers from some and others whisper to themselves. This is the most alone I have ever felt. No, it's the most alone I have ever been. No friends, no one that I could even call an ally. I have no control over this situation.
Immediately I try to make sense of the situation: Who could possibly benefit from having all of these people here? And why people that I hate? Is that the only correlation or is there another less obvious one? No, that has to be it. Am I the key? No time for that now, I have to talk to these scum to see what I can find out. I may hate them, but not all of them are irrational. Unfortunately, they're not all stupid either. Some of them must have noticed by now. But there's no way they could have put it together. Most of them don't even know each other, much less have the capability to deduce that they're all my enemies. But whoever kidnapped us all knew it. Anyway, I approach one of them that I haven't seen in years and try to find out what they think has happened.
John Kindol. Big and dumb. A more useless piece of flesh I have yet to come accross, but he might be of some use. I explain that It's "good to see him" and that "I wish it were under different circumstances". He tells me what he knows, which isn't much more than I had assumed myself. At this point, many of them seem to be waiting for me to take charge and say something. Knowing all of the people in the room, I know that to be a bad idea. I can't reveal that I know them all but I can't hide it forever either. So, the best decision is to come out with it to alleviate suspicion of myself for later.
I address them all at once, explaining what I think has happened. These people, being my enemies, were less than trusting. The ones that weren't interrupting me were outright mocking me or trying to take control themselves. A foolish notion, seeing as to how the ones who try to take the initiative obviously to lack the skills needed to lead such a group. I find it funny to watch their flawed personalities interact with one another.
After that I kept to myself. I had to think, which was not easy in this room. If they all had weapons I'd be long dead, I was thinking to myself. Then, some of the less likely of enemies came up to me and asked what they should do. Was this a trap to earn my trust or a plea for help? I would make it look like I was willing to help, but really expect the trap. I'll not be caught off guard here.
All this time, I have been keeping a close watch on my tongue. As you can imagine, dream or not, I want to tell these scum what I think them. About their cowardess, uselessness, heartlessness. And then it hits me. The only person who would want all of these people here is me. But when did I....how did I? I couldn't let my suspicions be known. Then I know what I have to do. I bark orders to all of them like I was born to do it; they comply. The more pig-headed of the group are slow to follow my commands, but do so regardless.
Then it all falls apart. I lose control. It seems that my knowledge of all of them had started to kick in to some of the more intelligent of the bunch. They start asking questions and I don't have answers. Things turn ugly really quickly. The men in the group approach me menacingly. I threaten them, warning them that if they come closer I won't hesitate to break them. And break them I did. The first 5 or 6 lay there wimpering or worse, so I warn the others. These are seemingly the more able of the bunch. Even a few of the women join in. Within moments, it seems, I'm done.
I woke up an undertermined time later to a sweet face, but I knew her to be evil. She slapps me. I can feel broken ribs and my right eye doesn't quite want to open. I could still taste blood. Seems they took the liberty of kicking the crap out of me while I was unconscious. Just like these scum. The first thing I mention is something to that effect. I believe it was "revenge must be sweet on someone who can't defend themselves". Two of them were still on the ground where we tussled. Apparently I did more damge than I had anticipated. The two most disliked of the group seem to have taken charge and tried to make sense of the situation. They started asking me questions; rather interrogating me, seeing as to how I was bound. I offered them nothing. At least if I was going to die I could make certain all of them would go with me. They continue to beat me but I give them nothing. Then, I fall back and stare at the ceiling. That's when I see me. Not ME me, but another me, staring right back at me. He puts his index finger to his mouth and winks at me. I smile, take one last look at my interrogators, insult them and wake up.
Weird, huh? Not entirely unlike things that I think up. I have been having this dream for a few years now. Sometimes the faces change. Every time I lose and win. I can even remember going in with different strategies. It always fails.