Nov 30, 2006 11:29
Randy inside outside and won't join our team. Drifting down a river and remembering that I was dreaming about him again, that it's a terrible sign. Did he did he did he what's a dream? Running ducking climbing playing where is he now?
We were living in a videogame. We found this girl, this tiny pale little thing, who needed help. We helped. We drifted along, and found someone actually playing the game. We offered him a map, he scoffed and said he already had it, until we showed him the tiny inlaid design describing every brick, monster and tree. He joined our party. Someone could make stones and boxes appear out of midair. The little girl found us again, only her wanness had vanished. She was older, stronger, around 9, maybe, and had a very, very thin friend with her. A tree stump turned into steak, the guards gathered around, but we thought the children needed it more. No, we have eaten, we don't need it. The boy glanced at us, hungry and indifferent. We ran. We found a river with fish, but only one fishing license. Into the water out of the water the huge fish and the lumbering beach.
I called Levi, accidentally, tried to stop but sent him a piece of rat paper with the bobby-Q in it. His friend recognized it, the paper bent where I had been desperately pressing the wrong button.
All the lights are dim, dim, dim. Change the bulbs, open the blinds, there is nothing but faded half-light, no illumination. Mother sent me bulbs and bulbs and broken fixtures.