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Some sort of magical event was about to fuck up the village I lived in (I remember borrowing someone's room on a high floor, and being woken up early by a guy mowing his lawn next door. I yelled out the window for him to shut up, but he looked right up toward me and continued on. I went downstairs to find people already milling around and talking about some message they'd gotten which I can't remember now; it was something about a cannon).
Someone said that Dee could fix this, and so I went to find her. She was in an arcade with her two friends, and was a kid about eleven or twelve. She was playing either pinball or skeeball. She agreed to come with and help, so we started off to town hall or something like it. we crested a ridge and there was town below us in a valley, sort of blue and with lots of little lights. suddenly two white wavy lines (wind-waker-ish) drew themselves in the air behind us (we could see them over the preceding hills and such; they stayed within their template and didn't wiggle. They also groundfitted pretty closely) and we felt a strong wind.
We hunkered down and waited for it to stop, which it did, and we continued on. But then the lines redrew themselves again, and we realised after a few minutes that we were going to have to walk through it. (The lines were blowing from behind us, so it wasn't too terrible.) So sooner or later we got to town hall, and a tall doughy whitebread guy and a very short pockmarked stout lady were conducting a 'mormon' marriage of two twelve-year-olds. We pushed through them, saying that this was more important (and it was implied that we'd been adversaries before). I told the random crowd of people that I'd brought Dee, and did anyone have instructions for her. Three or four people asked if anyone had a dime, and some of them found one and some didn't. Regardless, they all went through a complicated series of movements, using the dime and their hands (or just their hands), showing its position relative to things. The dime didn't have any special powers; it just was handy to rhyme with, and thereby to teach fixing-rhymes to anyone. So Dee watched this intently, and I can't remember the rhyme except for the very end:
Push back the dime
to fix the time
And all goes back together.
I looked over at her to see if she'd gotten it, and she was replaying an earlier part of the rhyme with hand motions, concentrating, so I took that to mean she'd absorbed it.
I think I woke up about then. I'm still not sure what the dime was supposed to represent, or really what was wrong with the time or anything else.
Someone said that Dee could fix this, and so I went to find her. She was in an arcade with her two friends, and was a kid about eleven or twelve. She was playing either pinball or skeeball. She agreed to come with and help, so we started off to town hall or something like it. we crested a ridge and there was town below us in a valley, sort of blue and with lots of little lights. suddenly two white wavy lines (wind-waker-ish) drew themselves in the air behind us (we could see them over the preceding hills and such; they stayed within their template and didn't wiggle. They also groundfitted pretty closely) and we felt a strong wind.
We hunkered down and waited for it to stop, which it did, and we continued on. But then the lines redrew themselves again, and we realised after a few minutes that we were going to have to walk through it. (The lines were blowing from behind us, so it wasn't too terrible.) So sooner or later we got to town hall, and a tall doughy whitebread guy and a very short pockmarked stout lady were conducting a 'mormon' marriage of two twelve-year-olds. We pushed through them, saying that this was more important (and it was implied that we'd been adversaries before). I told the random crowd of people that I'd brought Dee, and did anyone have instructions for her. Three or four people asked if anyone had a dime, and some of them found one and some didn't. Regardless, they all went through a complicated series of movements, using the dime and their hands (or just their hands), showing its position relative to things. The dime didn't have any special powers; it just was handy to rhyme with, and thereby to teach fixing-rhymes to anyone. So Dee watched this intently, and I can't remember the rhyme except for the very end:
Push back the dime
to fix the time
And all goes back together.
I looked over at her to see if she'd gotten it, and she was replaying an earlier part of the rhyme with hand motions, concentrating, so I took that to mean she'd absorbed it.
I think I woke up about then. I'm still not sure what the dime was supposed to represent, or really what was wrong with the time or anything else.