A Dream

Ignoring logic, here it is. Wrote it up the same morning. Not my fault I was still asleep.

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An old car, drive slowly out of the parking lot, around the worried crowds, we'll be fine if we keep it slow. Keep my mind blank - they have people who catch thoughts. Careful. Focus on little things.

I first focus on a buildings and signs, billboards of the apocalypse, thinking, making them up. Then they tell me where they are going and I snap at them. Don't you dare tell me anything else? Be quiet with your plans around me, my thoughts can betray us. We have something/one they want.

My name is Morgan and I've been asleep for so long. I guess I shouldn't have gone to that revival meeting, but I wanted to see what people were like. There were huge bilding and then the parking lot, with several trees, sticking stark out of the concrete. I entered.

I had spent a few long moments staring at the sand in which they wanted me it sign my name. I had no problem with the act, but I could not recall my name. Allen? Allan? Alex? Those sounded close, or right. I settled on Alan. I tried several times to write it in the sand but the sand kept shifting (now that I think about it, perhaps the sand could tell it wasn't my name). I hissed at it and the lady behind the makeshift counter stared at me in surprise. But the sand stayed still.

When I left I thought of the name Morguese/Monragana/Morgan la fey - I liked that name and decided I was Morgan from then on. At this point the issues began that led us to pile in the old car. Me, two young people (a female who drove, a youth - possibly older than I appeared and their mother or a mother figure). Who? I don’t know.

We drove. I tired to keep my mind focused on make belief situations and places, keeping my eyes closed. I refused to know where we were going. Some time later we came to a place. I entered it and opened my eyes. I was glad - I'd no idea where I was and thus they could not get that information out of me. The young female looked around and then told the youth that they would be going - I closed my eyes at that point and covered my ears.

After I thought she was done I snapped at her again.

Did she not understand?

flicker

Prisoner along with the youth, but even the most in-depth scans reveal nothing. They had found me, how could they not, with my mental broadcasting abilities and mental signature, but the tall, elfin lady could not find anything. I did well in blocking information and not noticing anything. It was late and they were tired.

The youth, deranged, wandered in. He had come to show us this screw he had found. Brad and he, they used to play a certain game with screws like that.

I struggled to still my mind - those words had opened a floodgate, and Lady noticed that. She stood suddenly before me and everything shifted to black. Against the black background a bluish, frosty figure stared at me, frozen. Then faded to reveal herself again, differently. And yet again. Then I saw the young female persona, her hair about her face and head, on end, creating a halo effect, as if the hair had been electrically charged, then brushed straight. She was tan, almost orange skinned and her hair matched with its darker shade. The she was gone and I saw the mother figure.

And then a flashback, the images I had been trying to suppress. We were in the hall and the young female turned to the mother figure and said "yeah and then we can go...." the rest was muted by my hands and focus, but I had been unable to block it out completely. Perhaps I should have hummed then, when she had told everyone their plans, but now it's too late to regret. The words were muffled, but with enough time, I was sure that Lady and her friend could discern what they were.

Shame ‘bout that.