Dream v. 2.0
He woke up with a start and tried to open his eyes, but couldn't; what was wrong with him? Feeling at his face with his hands, he realized that it wasn't that he couldn't open his eyes--it was just that he couldn't see.
But he could hear. And as soon as he realized this, the sound of bullets being fired rang through his ears.
He ran. What else was there to do? Duck and cover, bob and weave--who knew if it would do any good? If he couldn't see, did that mean the gunmen couldn't see him, or was he doubly-screwed? He listened hard to try to figure out their positions, and caught snatches of conversation instead.
"I'm a man of the cloth." His own voice...
"Oh, wow! So do you make pretty dresses?"
"Hardly!"
He couldn't help but smile at the unfamiliar female voice, but it was quickly gone as he ducked what sounded like a gun fired from much too close.
"For love!" Geranium?!
"For love, and for peace!"
Peace?
Everything went silent then, and where there had been darkness, there was light, rising so quickly as to practically blind him once more. He squinted into it, wonder what it might reveal--the landscape around him? God himself? But then things began to fade into a different kind of black, and all Chapel could think was Here we go again...
But he could hear. And as soon as he realized this, the sound of bullets being fired rang through his ears.
He ran. What else was there to do? Duck and cover, bob and weave--who knew if it would do any good? If he couldn't see, did that mean the gunmen couldn't see him, or was he doubly-screwed? He listened hard to try to figure out their positions, and caught snatches of conversation instead.
"I'm a man of the cloth." His own voice...
"Oh, wow! So do you make pretty dresses?"
"Hardly!"
He couldn't help but smile at the unfamiliar female voice, but it was quickly gone as he ducked what sounded like a gun fired from much too close.
"For love!" Geranium?!
"For love, and for peace!"
Peace?
Everything went silent then, and where there had been darkness, there was light, rising so quickly as to practically blind him once more. He squinted into it, wonder what it might reveal--the landscape around him? God himself? But then things began to fade into a different kind of black, and all Chapel could think was Here we go again...