| I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 2 - [Showdown 12 - 1] | |
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A bright flash is blinding. As I manage to refocus I find myself once again in the airport. A quick survey of the blurred outlines occupying the space where my hands should be tell me straight away that I'm dreaming. For some, coming to the realization that one is dreaming is a rare occurrence - one that is usually immediately followed by lucidity. For me it is a regular occurrence. I am a very aware but impartial observer in my own subconscious. Perhaps these dreams happen nightly, telling me my way. Perhaps I dreamed it all a long time ago and just remember as I wake. It's unclear to me. But perfectly clear in front of me is the tall bald man - I think a carnival worker. He leads me silently, gliding through the busy terminal. We never think to break pace, even as other cross our paths - their faces unclear and unimportant to our focus. They pass unclearly, some barely missing us by inches, others seeming to pass straight through - all pay us the same attention we do them. As we approach a gate, an artificially cheery brunette with non-descript features takes our tickets. "Enjoy your flight," she chimes after us as we pass in an almost predictably sing-songy voice. We start down the dark corridor, leading to the plane. As we do, the corridor darkens, no end is in sight and yet it seems perfectly normal. The tall man and his colleagues press on ahead of me - they accelerate, but no matter how hard I try I can't seem to accelerate fast enough to keep up with them. I call out for them to wait, but I can't seem to call out loudly enough. My voice sounds like a distant whisper, even to me. A flash of light. Reflecting off an unclear metallic object which flies at my head. Almost in slow motion I see it and leap aside out of the way. As I reach the point where I should collide with the wall, it fades away as if it were never there. I look around to find myself on a large sailing ship, from what I guess would be colonial times. Around me faceless sailors toil at unrecognizable tasks - each seeming to be a vital cog in our progress. Looking around me, I see one sailor standing idly, watching me. I move to him silently and ask, "Where are we?" "The Pacific Ocean," he responds, matter-of-factly. As he says it, I notice the sound of waves crashing steadily along the side of the ship. It lurches heavily to the right, but no one is thrown even slightly. "Where are we going?" I ask? He stares at me, motionless as I wait for his reply. Growing impatient, I ask again, the urgency growing in my voice - "Where are we going?" "You must take up arms against your enemies." His voice does not seem to come from his voice, but seems almost omni-present. Without warning another flash of blurred metal flies at me, this time brandished by the sailor I was talking to. "You must take up arms against your enemies." The voice again, louder. Suddenly all of the sailors lunge at me, blurred objects of various shapes, sizes and colors in their hands. They close on me menacingly and for a moment, things seem very still. As the barrage starts, things seem to slow down for me. I duck the first shot and manage to dive away from the second and third. But the fourth catches me from behind, there is nothing I can do. I'm knocked to my knees and before I know what is happening I'm bombarded with flashes of metal and wood. I writhe in pain. Opening an eye, my blurry vision barely comes into focus. Desperately I lash out in all directions and inexplicably, the blows fade away. Stumbling to my feet I spot a door that seems to lead to the innards of the ship - I know this is my only salvation so I lunge at the door. It seems to pull back, but somehow I grab hold and in one motion open it, pass through and slam the door shut after me. And I turn into the forest - immediately coming face to face with the archbishop. "Why am I here?" I ask immediately, unable to hide the suspicion from my voice - my stance still defensive. He sees this and through his blurred features I'm sure I see a smirk. "You must take up arms against your enemies." The words drone from his mouth. "I heard you the first time!" I yell at him, frustration growing in me immediately. I turn from him, determined to make my way out of this nightmare and into more pleasant lands. When my perspective changes and from behind me I see a flash of metal, this time in the hands of the archbishop. Although I see it, it comes from behind me so I can do nothing. Slowly I slump to the ground and see nothing but blackness. But... ... I'm dreaming? |
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