flounder :: charlie fisher (ohgodwhatsthat) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-09-12 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *mary, flounder |
september 12 :: charlie fisher (flounder) LOG
It had been a weird last couple of days. He had been having these weird dreams and feelings since last Sunday, things he felt so familiar but that couldn’t be real... right? And on top of that it seemed like Poseidon was bored again and was calling to him. Stronger this time. Seeing as going to the lake and dipping his feet in ice cold water did nothing last time, he wasn’t going to try again. He would rather not get hypothermia, thank you very much. So this time, he decided to just grab some coffee on the way to the pool and swim a little. Swimming made him focus, and he needed focus right now. Once he was in the pool, he dived in and began swimming. He could still taste the ocean in his mouth despite the coffee he’d just had. It was kind of annoying but instead of trying to get rid of it, he decided he would focus on it and use it to his advantage. How that would be an advantage he had no idea, but it seemed a better idea than trying to focus on something else, which didn’t work that well. As he focused on the strong calling, he could almost feel the ocean water around him instead of the pool water, the taste in his mouth grew stronger. And suddenly, he was in a room he had never been before, yet it looked incredibly familiar. Vanessa was there, and Steve, and David... And some people he didn’t recognize. And they were all watching a movie like it was some kind of movie night. He stopped swimming right at that moment, shaking his head. “What the hell was that?” he muttered to himself. That had been the weirdest thing that had happened to him yet -- and that was saying a lot. He shook his head again but he couldn’t shake that memory out. It was there like he had really lived it, even if he was sure that wasn’t possible. But yet, it was. He decided to keep swimming, hoping focusing again on the ocean. He needed to focus on something other than that familiar feeling. He swam a couple of laps until it happened again. A memory of some sort came to him. He was in a pool just like this one, only it wasn’t this one. And there were kids, kids he didn’t know yet he felt like he did. He knew his names and knew stuff about them. He stopped swimming again and this time he got out. That was just way too much. The ocean still called him, but he wasn’t going to focus on it again. No, sir. He had had enough with those weird memories he’d just got. He needed to tell someone. He needed to tell Vanessa. And Danny. |