First off, Word Press doesn’t really transfer Microsoft Word documents over as well as they think they do. I insert my document using their tool and it screws it all up. There are lines of coding at the top of document and I know enough about coding to know those shouldn’t be there. So I delete them. Then the font spacing and sizing gets all wonky. The last post looked the way it did because after a few hours I gave up fixing it. I only know enough coding to write it from the ground up, not fix complex webpage’s bugs. But I know enough to write from the ground up AND I have a corner of the internet that is all mine. One day I will move all this there and Word Press can keep their bugs but until I have that time I’ll be here. However, that’s not why you’re here. There’s a new post and that must mean I’ve been dreaming. I have. Lots, I just haven’t had had time to write any of them up. But you’re only getting one today.
This dream started with me waking up. There were the sounds of general conversation as people milled about and gathered their belongings. Sheets of paper were tucked into folders, books were closed, miniature figures were tucked into foam cases, and dice were dropped back into bags. (And now you may be thinking that is way too much detail for me not to be a table-top gaming geek and you’d be right.) I lifted my head and glanced at the clock; 1:30. This session ran way late of our usual 10:00 pm cut off.
“What did I miss?” I asked my husband I gathered my papers. He explained the conversation that had taken place in a location my character wasn’t really welcome and in a language she didn’t speak. Also, they decided my character had also fallen asleep. I gave a groggy nod.
“Zen doesn’t do well with Shade hours,” I agreed as I tucked my notebook in my bag. We said our goodbyes to the group and stepped out the door but it wasn’t a suburban neighborhood we entered.
My other half was gone and I walked slowly through a large hall. My bag was still slung over my shoulders and my sneakers didn’t make a sound as I stepped along the marble floor. Huge columns, spread fifty feet apart, held up an arched ceiling disappearing above me. I could hear a waterfall in distance and a breeze suggested the room was open to the outdoors. As I passed another pillar I spotted my goal in the distance. Lying on a nest of golden straw, really sparkling, soft metal golden, and silk sheets was a clutch of eggs.
There were a half-dozen of them, all bigger than my head and a light blue in color. They sparkled in the light of an unknown source, as if covered in a pale blue glitter. I placed my hands upon one expecting it to have the texture of sandpaper but found it smooth and warm; their mother hadn’t been gone long. The egg was slipped into my bag and I turned to see I wasn’t alone.
The man that stood watching my was tall, broad, and dressed in turban and robes. He was not happy. I gave him a snarky smile and wave before I turned heel and ran. A glance over my shoulder wasn’t needed to know he was following me but I was quick. The exit to the outside was found in my dash away and I hid amid large pots of plants on the balcony. It wouldn’t be safe for long but it was long enough. A device was pulled from pocket with various dials. I spun them quickly, clenched my eyes closed, and was pulled through an impossible vortex in space just as the robed man began inspecting my hiding location.
I landed in a ditch alongside a dirt road. The sounds of many feet approaching suggested hunkering down further would be a good idea so I did, watching the approaching mass through tall reeds. There were hundreds of people, walking a procession of eight across and stretching beyond the horizon. Men, women, and children passed by me dressed in identical robes of white and red. Some pulled carts; others carried platforms loaded with fruits and vegetables. Several carriages were spread throughout, pulled by florally decorated ox like creature. All were oblivious to my presence as they walked towards huge doors of a city far off to my right.
As the line came to an end I saw one I recognized from the identically clad people and I rose from hiding place. It wasn’t until my feet hit the road that he saw me, though.
“It’s you!” he exclaimed happily as I approached. “What brings you here?”
“Hiding,” I answered simply, purposefully avoiding the subject in my bag as I glanced around for a safe location for the fragile cargo. He grabbed my arm in a friendly manner, urging me to keep up with the last of the procession to the city. There was no opportunity to part safely with my treasure so I pulled it closer.
“Come in, then! Come see!” I was shepherded through the doors and into a glass front shop. I looked around in awe at the bottles and paper wrapped packages that lined the shelves. “We have so many!” the eager man explained as he handed me a bottle from a nearby shelf and urged me to open it. I pulled the cork out and smelled. Lilacs and vanilla filled my senses.
“Soaps, lotions, shampoos…” he stated as he motioned around the shop. “And a sink to try them out in.” A basin of cloudy water sat in the center of the shop, obviously used from the mix of smells emanating from it.
Forget the sink, I thought. Show me a shower but a quick scan of the shop revealed nothing as luxurious as running water. I pulled another bottle from a shelf and uncorked it but the ground began shaking before I could get a good whiff of the product.
“A giant,” my escort said offhandedly. I furled my brow knowing the creatures were huge, dimwitted, and dangerous. They had once plagued these people with the damage and death they brought about a single village.
“Shouldn’t you warn people?” I asked as the vibrations continued in rhythmic thumps.
“Gates,” the man assured me. “You’re idea. They’re strong enough to tire a gaggle of giants before they can break through.” It was a sound idea but the increasing vibrations made me doubtful. I stepped to the glass windows and looked back at the huge doors we had come through.
“Don’t they work better closed?” I asked. All the color drained from his face. “Whose job is it to close the gates?” I inquired as the former eagerness became silence. The gulp that went down his throat and the averted eyes answered my question better than any words. I looked back to the gate to see the gigantic humanoid lumber through with the remains of an ancient tree dragging behind him. Eyes as large as platters looked left and right before settling on the glass store front where I stood.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I pulled the device from my pocket once again. I wasn’t looking forward to using it again so soon but it sounded better than dying. “You should run, Bob.” I called to my once eager friend as I spun the dials. It began to hum as the vortex formed in front of me and the tree trunk of a club was readied to smash the glass windows. I was pulled through again to the sound to crashing glass.
It would have been nice to see what dimension I ended up in next but I woke up. However, I do have an idea for my next story, Jamie Roberts; Inter-dimensional Thief. I just have to finish Kat’s Tale first. And Confessions of the Hell Bound Atheist… and Remembering Ilyassa. I need more free time. Sigh.