Dream
I had a dream last night that my mom had bought some dwarf children with big harry arms from a trade caravan that was passing through. She had bought them in order to cheer up my brother, who was wheelchair bound (mightily inconvenient, because he was upstairs when it had happened and thus was unable to come down.) The dwarf children seemed to be having fun playing around the old and Mangy lion that lived in our yard. Mother and I left them to and stepped inside so that she could mix up Shane's medicine.
I was bringing it upstairs to him when I tripped and a few drops of it splashed into my eyes. When I reached the top of the stairs I wiped my eyes clear, but the world was still fuzzy and seemed to sway and shimmer with the most unusual colors. I looked down the stairs to see the lion at the bottom, only made from dancing splinters of gold and copper and with red glowing eyes that pulsed along with my heart beat. It turned its head - though for a moment, a black and white shadow of its face remained staring at me, its lips twitching as if it were whispering something too quietly for me to hear. Then it roared, but the sound of its voice was overlaid with electronic distortion and the sound of metal grinding against metal.
I backed from the stairway, but the world was still lurching, so I fell to my hands and knees, and then crawled to my brother in his wheelchair. I spoke to him and my voice as well came out with more than a hint of electronic distortion: "I think that your medicine is LSD," I told him, "This does not seem to me like it would be the best idea."
Shane responded only with a smile and by letting his nose and lips melt a little.
I awoke relieved to find my perception of the world correct in all respects.
I was bringing it upstairs to him when I tripped and a few drops of it splashed into my eyes. When I reached the top of the stairs I wiped my eyes clear, but the world was still fuzzy and seemed to sway and shimmer with the most unusual colors. I looked down the stairs to see the lion at the bottom, only made from dancing splinters of gold and copper and with red glowing eyes that pulsed along with my heart beat. It turned its head - though for a moment, a black and white shadow of its face remained staring at me, its lips twitching as if it were whispering something too quietly for me to hear. Then it roared, but the sound of its voice was overlaid with electronic distortion and the sound of metal grinding against metal.
I backed from the stairway, but the world was still lurching, so I fell to my hands and knees, and then crawled to my brother in his wheelchair. I spoke to him and my voice as well came out with more than a hint of electronic distortion: "I think that your medicine is LSD," I told him, "This does not seem to me like it would be the best idea."
Shane responded only with a smile and by letting his nose and lips melt a little.
I awoke relieved to find my perception of the world correct in all respects.