A Better Understanding [closed, contains Nightmare Plot oddness]
Aeneas the blue-striped alien was looking decidedly confident as he marched towards the bright pink bus parked in the City. Well, for somebody who should be suffering from the afflictions of recent dreams, of social reclusion, of mild depression…
But that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Aeneas didn’t suffer from any of those things-rather, he enjoyed them. His most recent ‘nightmare’ had left him with a name, several faces, and a possible setting, which was so much more than he’d ever accomplished. Two years of constant therapy and blind optimism got the creature nothing; a month of trusting his subconscious and a malevolent god brought him an entire scene.
Honestly, what more could he ask for?
”Well I can think of one thing…”
Aeneas pranced inside the door, ears perked, feathers fluffed, and eyes squinted with a wide, jovial grin. One could almost taste his purr, its resonance was so powerful.
“Matt, I’m here!”