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i had one of the weirdest dreams i've had in a long time
i don't know who'll find it interesting, but i feel like i have to write it down
i wake up on the tail end of a trip to pluto on the grounds of a nasa research expedition along with my fellow mangoes
as we near the planet we look through the windows of the suspiciously minivan-like shuttle and everything is bright and colorful and purple and green and beautiful
once we land i'm half of the first pair to venture out and collect samples
we step out (not in space suits but in t-shirts and jeans, much to my astonishment) and we find ourselves on a beach with plenty of little short rooted sprouts
the sun is faintly bright and greenish yellow and there's another dim blue face in the sky and the two bathed everything in this wonderful purplish blue twighlight
we scoop some flora into little styrofoam boxes that looked like those organ containers you keep on ice and book it back to the car/ship
i immediately change my shirt shoes and socks of course because they must have been contaminated
then we're driving through a town and we all get out and walk down a block to what must have been town square
now the plutonians are walking around dressed in a manner that makes me realize that this state of moonlight must be the light level all day, and aside from mostly having light purple or light green hair (the latter like the protagonist of sympathy for mr. vengeance) and speaking some indecipherable language, they are exactly like us (and apparently all dressed in supreme)
after collecting our samples we're in a highway rest station, only it was on pluto and geared more towards space travelers
we lounge for a bit knowing that the journey home would take the next four years (presumably for lack of liftoff rockets or a launch pad)
as we soak in our last bits of pluto a tall blonde professional-looking woman in a red pour femme business suit tells us that our ship's heating system has run its designed course and that were we to depart we'd all freeze to death within ten hours
with feigned sympathy she offers us accomodations at the hotel she manages (at a reduced fee of course) to begin our lifelong stay at pluto
we don't want to believe it but our system check after landing had basically confirmed it to be true
we head towards the ship to find some bearded mechanic who spoke only spanish spouting some gibberish and handing us a bill
it amounts to just about all of our combined savings (which we apparently have access to and that also roughly totals the quote given to us for a hotel stay) and he seems pretty vehement about getting his money
he tails us around the station as i struggle to understand him until we stumble upon someone who could translate
"he says he's fixed your heating system"
in disbelief i hurry back to the ship and yell at the mechanic to show us
he slides open an onboard closet to reveal a brand new water boiler
heartbreak is too light a term
all of a sudden the world is in two dimensions and all of us are maple story sprites
we're sulking inside a volcano (surprisingly populated for what it was) and everything anyone says appears in a text box above their head
i am convinced that either the woman or the mechanic had swindled us, perhaps in cahoots, but i knew that if they were not, or if the mechanic had somehow sabotaged our heating system with his revisions, we would die out there anyway
a blonde haired kid i don't recognize throws himself into the lava seemingly upset, only to resurface later not dead but with a substantial hp loss
in despair i walk off the ledge i'm been standing on, but at the last second i use potions to heal and make my way out of the volcano
all of a sudden there's daylight and i was back on earth in what i guessed at the time must have been some kind of delusion but i realize now was probably a flashback prior to my leaving earth
my now-grey parents are there to help me pack the car while a wife and son are eager to spend time on what appears to be the last day i'd be with them for a very long time
my wife has dark hair and one of those smiles and my son is about five and beautiful with a lighter complexion than either of us
i talk a bit with my parents wife and son alternately and looking onto the scene from a third person perspective i cringe at the thought of never seeing anyone on earth again
the anxiety just keeps building to the point where i can feel my body aching from the strain and blink
my eyes open blurry
i'm still a bundle of nerves until i realize i'm in my own bed looking out the window of mccormick 7603 and that i'd forgot to set my alarm
my pulse halves within a minute
//everybody's got a hungry heart
i don't know who'll find it interesting, but i feel like i have to write it down
i wake up on the tail end of a trip to pluto on the grounds of a nasa research expedition along with my fellow mangoes
as we near the planet we look through the windows of the suspiciously minivan-like shuttle and everything is bright and colorful and purple and green and beautiful
once we land i'm half of the first pair to venture out and collect samples
we step out (not in space suits but in t-shirts and jeans, much to my astonishment) and we find ourselves on a beach with plenty of little short rooted sprouts
the sun is faintly bright and greenish yellow and there's another dim blue face in the sky and the two bathed everything in this wonderful purplish blue twighlight
we scoop some flora into little styrofoam boxes that looked like those organ containers you keep on ice and book it back to the car/ship
i immediately change my shirt shoes and socks of course because they must have been contaminated
then we're driving through a town and we all get out and walk down a block to what must have been town square
now the plutonians are walking around dressed in a manner that makes me realize that this state of moonlight must be the light level all day, and aside from mostly having light purple or light green hair (the latter like the protagonist of sympathy for mr. vengeance) and speaking some indecipherable language, they are exactly like us (and apparently all dressed in supreme)
after collecting our samples we're in a highway rest station, only it was on pluto and geared more towards space travelers
we lounge for a bit knowing that the journey home would take the next four years (presumably for lack of liftoff rockets or a launch pad)
as we soak in our last bits of pluto a tall blonde professional-looking woman in a red pour femme business suit tells us that our ship's heating system has run its designed course and that were we to depart we'd all freeze to death within ten hours
with feigned sympathy she offers us accomodations at the hotel she manages (at a reduced fee of course) to begin our lifelong stay at pluto
we don't want to believe it but our system check after landing had basically confirmed it to be true
we head towards the ship to find some bearded mechanic who spoke only spanish spouting some gibberish and handing us a bill
it amounts to just about all of our combined savings (which we apparently have access to and that also roughly totals the quote given to us for a hotel stay) and he seems pretty vehement about getting his money
he tails us around the station as i struggle to understand him until we stumble upon someone who could translate
"he says he's fixed your heating system"
in disbelief i hurry back to the ship and yell at the mechanic to show us
he slides open an onboard closet to reveal a brand new water boiler
heartbreak is too light a term
all of a sudden the world is in two dimensions and all of us are maple story sprites
we're sulking inside a volcano (surprisingly populated for what it was) and everything anyone says appears in a text box above their head
i am convinced that either the woman or the mechanic had swindled us, perhaps in cahoots, but i knew that if they were not, or if the mechanic had somehow sabotaged our heating system with his revisions, we would die out there anyway
a blonde haired kid i don't recognize throws himself into the lava seemingly upset, only to resurface later not dead but with a substantial hp loss
in despair i walk off the ledge i'm been standing on, but at the last second i use potions to heal and make my way out of the volcano
all of a sudden there's daylight and i was back on earth in what i guessed at the time must have been some kind of delusion but i realize now was probably a flashback prior to my leaving earth
my now-grey parents are there to help me pack the car while a wife and son are eager to spend time on what appears to be the last day i'd be with them for a very long time
my wife has dark hair and one of those smiles and my son is about five and beautiful with a lighter complexion than either of us
i talk a bit with my parents wife and son alternately and looking onto the scene from a third person perspective i cringe at the thought of never seeing anyone on earth again
the anxiety just keeps building to the point where i can feel my body aching from the strain and blink
my eyes open blurry
i'm still a bundle of nerves until i realize i'm in my own bed looking out the window of mccormick 7603 and that i'd forgot to set my alarm
my pulse halves within a minute
//everybody's got a hungry heart