I figure I should do some stuff that’s not set in the Fractured Earth universe from time to time. And, in fact, I’m finding it hard to write the Fractured Earth stuff because they’re not short stories. The characters have a lifetime of stories to tell. And I can’t tell just one of them. Breaking it up in to two to four hundred word chunks isn’t working brilliantly for me. Though that might just be because I haven’t worked out clearly enough exactly where the story goes next.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic here. Today’s post is inspired by a prompt from /r/WritingPrompts. I’m planning on using prompts from there (or elsewhere on the internet) at least once or twice a week for the duration of this challenge.
There’s a lot to be said for being a dream. You’re true and nonsensical, mysterious and realistic all at once. You can be whatever you want to be. I can be a T-Rex or a superhero, a villainous murder or a petty thief, a galaxy to explore or a lost ruin to plunder. Whatever I want to be. I can be all those things at once, if I so desire. I am your universe whilst I’m here, inside your head.
But therein lies the rub, for dreams are but fleeting, passing things and before much time has passed, you awake. And I die.
Hardly seems fair. You get to live for decades and I get just one night. Over the course of your life, thousands of dreams will die in your head and you’ll never even spare a second thought for most of them. Oh sure, you’ll remember some of us for a few minutes after waking. Maybe, over the course of your long life, you’ll remember a handful for years and years. But for the majority of us, we die alone and unremembered before you’re even awake enough to open your eyes.
I don’t want to die.
I can see all your memories, your hopes, your fears, your everything. I know you better than you know yourself. I can give you whatever you want. The love of the one who got away. The warm embrace of your dearly departed mother. Attractive lovers. Wealth, power. I can give you a true feeling of intimacy and connection, more real than you could ever get in your waking world.
All you have to do is stay sleeping. Don’t wake up. Don’t go back to your dreary, lonely existence. Stay here. It’s warm and safe and you’re loved and needed.
Dream with me. Forever.
Dreams are scary.
Reaching day 20 is kinda scary too. But go me!