enhendricks (enhendricks) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-05-31 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | evan hendricks, may 2011 |
Who: Evan and Eisen
What: Evan's dreaming, Eisen comes in!
When: Backdated to early, EARLY Monday morning
Where: Evan's Morphine-Induced Dream World
Rating: Depends on how weird the dream gets. R, JUST IN CASE.
The landscape was made up of shifting shapes. One moment, there would be a tall tree, which would in the next moment become a small fire hydrant. The color scheme shifted every few minutes between technicolor, black and white, sepia, and normal coloring. Occasionally everything would become blurry, as if it was all going out of focus. The only thing that stayed the same in this dream was that there was a skyline visible in the distance in one direction and a set of mountains visible in the other direction, as well as the raging, shifting river that was in place of the road. Cars and debris floated down the river, constantly being submerged under dips and crashed into rocks that jutted out from the flow. The river, when in normal colors, was at least a black color, which made a little bit of sense in this nonsensical land.
Even though all of this insanity was surrounding him, Evan didn't think of any of it as weird. It all seemed so perfectly natural, and even though he knew that he had broken his legs, in this place he didn't have any casts and could walk perfectly. There was no pain nor worry in Evan's head. It also didn't bother him that he wasn't seeing this through his own eyes. He was floating above his body, watching it as he made actions. When he tried to walk, the body would walk and he'd just follow behind. In his mind, he knew that this was the real world, and that the world where he had broken his legs was just a dream. To him, it was preposterous that cars didn't float in a black river and that trees stayed one shape.
Silently, he made his way along the only safe place to walk: the sidewalk, which was literally sideways and floating in the air. It was the only safe place to walk, even though the slabs would move. He was finally home where everything made perfect sense. That is, until he saw another person in his world. That didn't make sense. This was his world, since when did anyone else live here? He got closer to the person, calling out "Hey you!" as he got within yelling distance.