John (love_doctor) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-12-15 19:51:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | december 2010 |
Who: Rory and Mal
What: MAL CAN HAS POWERZ
Where: In a dream! Specifically Rory's
When: December 15th, night time
Rating: Prolly low
Status: Incomplete
It had been a long, difficult night. Rory's last exam was for his night class, so he'd spent the entire day split between studying and working on his 20-page eighteenth century final paper. It wasn't like was slacking either - Rory was pretty good at keeping on top of things, especially during finals week. Junior year was, however, undoubtedly the hardest year he'd faced yet, and his decision to upgrade his major was certainly not providing him with much time to breathe. Still, he felt like he deserved an early night tonight, and, when his final was finally over at nine, he made it a point to head straight to bed (after giving his normal cheerful greeting to his family.)
Rory had learned from one of his psych textbooks that it was difficult for most people to know when they were dreaming. Lucid dreaming was a skill that some people chose to develop over time, but in general, but it was a skill that took time and practice. For Rory, the whole practice was made just a bit easier by the fact that almost all of Rory's dreams were marked by one constant: in good dreams, Rory could walk. In fact, really good dreams were usually marked by running. In his waking moments, Rory found it interesting how an action that, for so many other people, would've held such negative associations could have almost nothing but positive connotations for him. While he was dreaming, however, Rory spent comparatively little time thinking.
Perhaps as a response to all the stress, Rory's brain had chosen to put Rory in one of his favorite locales - the beach. He didn't go there too often anymore since sand tended to mess with the gears of his chair, but now, without that hindrance, Rory was having the time of his life running over the sand and feeling the soft bay breeze on his face. It was summer, of course - a time without exams or cold or snow - and the brilliant mid-afternoon sun cast diamond reflections against the water (which was unseasonably warm for Maine) as Rory dipped his feet in.