| Visions Under Glass; Even in stasis, she dreams. | |
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| shyriann | Dec 31 2014, 11:11 AM Post #1 |
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The dreams came in waves, sometimes one right after another in a strange, broken sort of series, sometimes none for what she could only assume was days or weeks. The theme of those dreams was somewhat more reliable. There was always fire in one of its many forms, a slowly swelling flow of lava, a burning bush, a cyclonic wildfire, or even just a meteor shower. And there were always the animals. Strange, malformed creatures with human features out of the mind of a horror writer or a mad scientist. There had been the bunnies, fat, fluffy little things with puffy little tails and ears that twitched while they pulled flaming strands of grass from the smoldering lawn, the house behind them now little more than a heap of glowing embers. But the disturbing part hadn’t been that they were eating grass while it was still on fire. The disturbing thing had been that they were uprooting it, not with a rabbit’s sharp, scissor-like teeth, but with tiny, perfect, miniature human hands. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a smooth amalgamation of fox and woman. Something that, though created by man, could well have been birthed from some magical influx in nature. But the bunnies… there was nothing smooth about the transition from furred arm to skinned hand, fingernails useless for anything more than scratching an itch, and all the digits too long, with too many knuckles. They were horrifying, and they made her skin crawl. That hadn’t been the worst of it. There had been the cats, dozens of them crowding around her feet, meowing in a screaming chorus for food or affection. And all of them had been half-human, the bottom half, so that from the waist back they were furless and tail-less, and their legs were too long and bent the wrong way so that they all stood with their butts in the air while they cried for her attention. It would have been comical except for all those testes and penises and vulvas that were no longer designed to be carried on all fours, and so they were gruesomely displayed and she didn’t want any of them to touch her, because someone’s something might get all over her legs, and she had backpedaled out of that dream thankful that she hadn’t tripped and fallen on her ass. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of dreams like that, fire and horror and some sort of animal that was far from what nature had ever intended. Some were worse than others, some rather cute, some that left her wishing that she could just stop dreaming all together, even if that meant she had to die. And always, in the corner of her mind, just out of her vision no matter where she looked, she could feel someone watching her. |
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