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onepassingnight2011-11-17 06:51 pm
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01 [since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves]
[The dream tonight is an old one, to the dreamer. Which is rather worrying, really.
The first thing that should alarm you when you find yourself standing beside a blond man is the fire. It rages inside the room, swallowing most anything in its way, though if one were to dare reach out and touch it, they'd find that it passes harmlessly through them.
The second are the corpses--a man and a woman, both of whom seem to have died already, if the neat bullet holes are any indication. Any attempt to touch them won't work, as with the fire in the room.
The third is the man with the gun in the middle of the room, unmindful of the fire blazing around him or of the new people in the room. He's smirking, like he's just solved a particularly difficult puzzle, and turns to the door, where a young boy is watching with horrified eyes. Strangely, if one looks closely, you can see that there's something jarringly off about this man, something that just doesn't quite fit here.
And he's still grinning, coming closer, closer, closer--
Then, the scene abruptly shifts to what is evidently the burned remains of the house, with the corpses--and the man--nowhere in sight. The boy that was watching is now standing in the middle of the remains, as another man comes near and leads him away from the burned-out shell of his old home.
It's then that Barnaby, beside you, speaks, his voice soft and weary.]
I thought it would be easier to sleep now.
[From the way he speaks, it sounds like he doesn't quite believe that there's someone actually accompanying him this time, watching the dream with him. And that he hasn't woken up at this point. He's sure the person beside him is simply a figment of his dreams, and besides, he'll wake up soon.]
The first thing that should alarm you when you find yourself standing beside a blond man is the fire. It rages inside the room, swallowing most anything in its way, though if one were to dare reach out and touch it, they'd find that it passes harmlessly through them.
The second are the corpses--a man and a woman, both of whom seem to have died already, if the neat bullet holes are any indication. Any attempt to touch them won't work, as with the fire in the room.
The third is the man with the gun in the middle of the room, unmindful of the fire blazing around him or of the new people in the room. He's smirking, like he's just solved a particularly difficult puzzle, and turns to the door, where a young boy is watching with horrified eyes. Strangely, if one looks closely, you can see that there's something jarringly off about this man, something that just doesn't quite fit here.
And he's still grinning, coming closer, closer, closer--
Then, the scene abruptly shifts to what is evidently the burned remains of the house, with the corpses--and the man--nowhere in sight. The boy that was watching is now standing in the middle of the remains, as another man comes near and leads him away from the burned-out shell of his old home.
It's then that Barnaby, beside you, speaks, his voice soft and weary.]
I thought it would be easier to sleep now.
[From the way he speaks, it sounds like he doesn't quite believe that there's someone actually accompanying him this time, watching the dream with him. And that he hasn't woken up at this point. He's sure the person beside him is simply a figment of his dreams, and besides, he'll wake up soon.]