Avid Dreamer

chopping off the head of the fish
the hospital
the bandages
she was Russian
the other girl
the man who knew her name
20 years alone
having to take the bandages off to eat

she went out there with a party of explorers but she got left behind, they went without her and she watched them they away in the helicoper. There was nowhere she could go, she knew that if she left the camp she’d die, so she stayed.

A manhole cover breaks in half in one of the huts, she replaces it with one from outside, and glues the broken one back together with ice, she puts that one outside.

One day she’s looking for fish in the tunnels below the camp, looking for anywhere that’s thawed (There was an interlude about how every single game has a culverts level, here, and two game designers mocking it, don’t ask me, I don’t know) when she finds a girl lying unconcious in one of the tunnels.

I could talk to her.

I could teach her how to survive.

We could sit together and eat and laugh.

I could show her everything I’ve done, I could make her clothes, I could look after her and she could look after me.

We could be friends.

She just sits stunned for a minute, staring at the girl, until a man steps into view.

Her thoughts reverse at once. What was she thinking, she’s not your property and she never was. She’s leaving, stop being so emotional.

The man is surprised to see her. It’s not often you see young women alone in the middle of icy tundras. But he goes with it.

She’s been alone so long she can’t even remember how to speak, she chokes out the odd word and communicates what she can by hand movements, she feels relived he speaks a language she understands though.

He leaves the girl somewhere, she assumes back at their own camp but she’s slightly stunned and heartbroken, and doesn’t think about it. They go back to the surface.

It always made her happy and warm to see the food store at the end of the day, but it also made her feel slightly unnerved, storing the live animals with the dead. She took out a fish and chopped it’s head off to kill it, and then they sat down together on the floor and she cooked it. Food doesn’t really go off in the icy conditions, but sometimes she prefers it fresh.

He asks her a question and she shuffles her feet, uncovering the broken manhole cover. She gestures to it, she’s survived.

Eating, she realised she had to take the bandages off her hands and head. They’d been there so many years now that she didn’t even think about them, but taking them off made her feel self concious. She does it without remarking anyway, and when the meal is done she puts them back. Without them her head is cold and the wrong shape, and her thoghts leak out. Maybe that means she was injured with the original expidition, but it’s too long ago now to remember.

The man says her name and she looks up at him.

Can she even leave, now? She’s become almost part of the ice itself and she’s forgotten how to function in a normal society. Maybe it’d be better if she just stayed alone.

Chapter one –

Two boys and a girl, they’re young, the oldest is 10-ish. They’ve been left in jungle-type area to fend for themselves. They’re sleeping outside, eating what they can find, they start avoiding contact with people. Maybe because they fear they’ll be taken home, maybe because they fear to be split up.

Chapter two –

The kids find a run down cottage, they can’t get into it. By now the oldest is 12 or 13, they can fend for themselves just fine, and they’ve got some outside shelter. The area they’re in, it doesn’t rain too much. There’s been no contact with people at all for a long time now.

Chapter three –

Another kid has joined the group, a boy of around 5 or so. The children, unable to find a way into the cottage and unwilling to draw attention to themselves have been sheltering beneath it, as it’s slightly raised off the ground and has a hollowed out area underneath.

Chapter 4 –

The oldest is now around 16, and used to taking care of the younger kids, another young child has joined the group and they’re doing as well for themselves as they can, not brilliant, but they don’t know any other way. One of the younger children breaks into the house and goes through the stuff. The house which is now inhabited by an old man.

Chapter 5 –

The child is found in the house, after some debating, authorities are called and the kids are, in their own words, “rescued”, and the dream ends.

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There were other bits. One of the kids planted a load of palm leaves by the road, for some reason, partly leading towards their rescue. The group had gotten fairly big near the end, a good five or six kids. The older kids taking care of the younger ones, no fighting within the group, that I noticed.

The ones who were young at the beginning of the dream aged appropriately, but never hoped for, or even wanted to really be rescued. They’d been abandoned too young and simply knew no other way to live.

The dream was clearly split into five chapters. I don’t know why they didn’t find the house to begin with, maybe they were in a different area, maybe they simply weren’t looking. Chapter five was titled “The Rescue” but I don’t know what happened to them afterwards.

I had a shiny dream last night. Really shiny.

Was a kid, walking through a building of corridors, didn’t know hoe I’d got there, as far as I knew, I’d fallen asleep in class. Came to the end of the corridor I was in, there was different corridors, statues and such. The room I came out into was a massive hall, massive ceiling and running through it, like a sewer from a game, was a river of magma, there was a guy standing by it. (Think a little like the bit between the bank and auctionhouse in Ironforge, not that it was based on there I don’t think.)

I attacked and after a scuffle. managed to knock him into the lava and I ran onto the next room, he respawned from the lava behind me, with all fireworks and shit, waving his arms around and shouting and all that, but didn’t attack me again. Before I knocked him into the lava he had two knives and was dressed in brown. I guess this is what I get for watching Heroes and then moving onto Dexter.

In the next room there was a guy dressed like a super hero, blue spandex costume, rather overweight. (I blame the terrible porn chibi was throwing at me just before I went to bed) I fought him too, the guy in the previous room was the leader of the group, but this guy was stronger. He was different through, in that he could only move forward, not backwards. There were rules binding each god, different rules for everyone, his was a movement rule, meaning he could only move forward. I think I won, but barely.

I know I failed later on, but I don’t think it ever went into specifics how. But because I’d beaten the first guy, I’d passed. They were gods, and they were gonna make my character into a god too, if I survived it, most people didn’t beat the first god. The first god was the one training me, because he’d lost first, but spandex-guy helped a little.

I survived the training too, my rules were no communication. I don’t know what the rules binding the first god were, but it was interesting.

I was woken up then pretty much, but it was a really awesome dream, If I could draw, I’d draw comics, but I don’t feel I’m good enough. Maybe I’ll write out all these properly one day and get published and be famous. :p