Sunday, 7 May 2023

Two Dreams

 I had two dreams back-to-back last night. I couldn't wake up and start writing or typing in the middle of the night with my family asleep beside me. So I tried to train my synapses to remember the first one at least by going over it in my head. It was clear at the time, so clear I doubted if I can forget it. But lo and behold, I remember not one thing from the first one, save the feeling so epic that this could be a superb script with all its unexpected twists. The second one I didn't bothered remembering however I remember one picture from it.

The main character was walking along a busy street, trying to make herself as small as possible, eyes darting to the left and right to see if anyone notices her with fear. People walked by and stood at street corners as they do on a normal afternoon, chatting or silent. Even though people behaved so normally, a sickening worry lingered in her gut. Is this true that no one is watching her or are all these a bluff, a cover?

A purple spider lady walked by briskly and turned the corner to a small alley, and disappeared. She busted open a wooden door, which opened up into a large war room full of bustling activity. People were walking in and out many different doors at the same time, reporting something which gets written on the wall and then briskly leaving. Workers sat as such as in a movie theatre seating were arranged neatly, each looking into a monitor. The purple lady sighed and heaved heavily into a large swivel chair at the end of the room, elevated facing the wall. "She knows," she sighed with a note of defeat in her tone, and filled in the Slot on the wall 33784. The high wall everyone is looking at, or is looking at everyone is filled with such series numbers, each representing a time and angle which watches the main character. Almost all the normal-looking passerby-s are casual spies, noting what they saw on the wall through one of the monitor workers. Together this wall paints a picture of the timeline the main character realises anything, because her changes in expression and movements are all recorded. 

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