Strange Dreams --closed
Dec 21, 2011 0:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Annabelle Coronova on Dec 21, 2011 0:09:56 GMT -5
From the feel of everything lagging around her, Anna was sure she was deeply and truly intoxicated to her fullest. She'd been drunk before, but not like this. Its like everything was caught in slow motion, everything was whirring around her, like someone was running their fingers through the wet oil canvas of her life and her surroundings. Trippy as hell. She'd not done hard drugs yet in her life, but maybe her drink was spiked? Anna really didn't even remember drinking, but was that really how drunk she was?
No matter, that's not what was important, and all that thinking was making her head spin and her horizon to fuzzy. She needed to focus on what was ahead of her and that was a long, winding and flat road. It went two ways, separated by the yellow dotted line on the black asphalt. There was no one on the road, and from where she saw herself, there was no car behind her, no sign of how long she'd been walking and wandering on this stretch of road, just...road. Open and quiet. No birds chirping or flying above, no deer in the snow covered grass and trees around her. It was all so quiet, still. Ahead of her were two cliffs that hugged the road in front of her, blocking what she could make of who or what would potentially be coming if ever the chance that anything would dare break the silence before her.
Anna walked out on the dotted yellow line, in the middle of the road, arms out to balance herself. It felt as if she were walking on a tight rope, something she pretended to do when she was a youngin', as if just a pinky toe over would cause her to plummet to her death in the black void below. But god did she feel invincible, walking along the dashes, leaping far from the black and staying away from harm's way.
She neared the two cliffs, looking up at them, and noticing a lack of dimension back, as if they were cardboard and someone painted them to look a certain way, as if to deceive her from looking too deep into it. But now it was bugging her. WHy wasn't there any dimension? They were flat, flat and white and craggily, but how far did they go back, if they even went back at all? Anna stepped one large leap ahead of her to get a better look, but then it felt like her foot landed on something cold and dead, and she realized she'd fallen off the tightrope, she'd fallen into nowhereland, she'd lost the game, lost the bet, lost her way. And now the cliffs didn't mean too much to her, except that they looked even bigger, taller and even more 2-D. But that just didn't make sense. She couldn't jump back onto the tightrope, even if she tried. It was like when you're watching a circus, and they fall off, and try to get back on again, it just doesn't hold the same amount of tension and excitement for you when you've already seen the performer fail. She had lost her shot at it. At redemption.
But she wasn't dead yet, which meant that even falling into the black void of death and she wouldn't die. This must mean that she was invincible. Who needed the yellow dashes when she could run everywhere, to and fro without a flicker or flash of pain? She could be Superwoman, Catgirl, and Wonderwoman all at the same time, no fear, no fury, no pain, no death. Invincible, immortal. She danced around the road like she owned it, until she was almost at the cliffs of tallness and lacking in volume. She wanted to knock them down, and she knew she could, just with a flick of her finger. She ran towards the one on the right, and swatted it down, and with a flap and a clunk, it fell over, just like a piece of cardboard. She'd seen right through that one's facade, there was no way that the other one could be different. Enough of this tom-foolery, she was done with the bullshit! With a flick of her finger, she knocked the other one down on its face, fallen and cracked little pieces of the mountains came crumbling down, falling to pieces like glass that shattered into even tinier pieces, into sand and into dust. The dust blew off into the distance, around the bend, around the road that she still could see no more of. And all was still and silent once more.
She laughed loudly, waiting for the echo to return to her. And it did, but tenfold. This echo sounded less like her the more times it reverbed and more and more like a car horn, chortling with laughter on its monochromatic pitch. And then came the lights, the bright, streaming lights. Then the horn, louder and louder. The semi came into view, with a shadowy presence as a driver, but she couldn't make out the gender or even the face of the figure. Just a shadow, hunched in their seat and driving right down the road, honking in the sound of her laughter, mocking her. She'd have none of this, and so she stopped where she was, right in the middle of the road, feet apart and fists at her waist. If she had a cape, now would be the most appropriate time to wear one, with the mask and leotard and all. She was invincible right? She could take on this hefty truck, no problem.
It drew nearer and nearer, chortling all the way there, but elongating its hits on the horn by seconds every time as she waited for it to approach her. It was probably thirty feet tall, six times as tall as she was, but she was invincible, probably made of mercury. Strong, potent, moveable but not destroyable. Nothing could kill her, she was on top of the world. Bring it on semi.
And so the semi did. It brought all of its force and blare and bright lights that blinded her eyes but she kept them open anyways. She raised her hands up above her head, ready to hit the semi with full force. And with its last ever blare of screeching horn, it hit her, point blank, her entirety, crushed, damaged, her invincibility shattered, just like the last cliff. And all was white. Everything. There was no sound, there was no anything.
Just white.
And then, with a bump on her headboard, she woke up with a startle, grumbling out an, "Oi," but there was no one there to respond to her call. It was silent. Purely silent.
No matter, that's not what was important, and all that thinking was making her head spin and her horizon to fuzzy. She needed to focus on what was ahead of her and that was a long, winding and flat road. It went two ways, separated by the yellow dotted line on the black asphalt. There was no one on the road, and from where she saw herself, there was no car behind her, no sign of how long she'd been walking and wandering on this stretch of road, just...road. Open and quiet. No birds chirping or flying above, no deer in the snow covered grass and trees around her. It was all so quiet, still. Ahead of her were two cliffs that hugged the road in front of her, blocking what she could make of who or what would potentially be coming if ever the chance that anything would dare break the silence before her.
Anna walked out on the dotted yellow line, in the middle of the road, arms out to balance herself. It felt as if she were walking on a tight rope, something she pretended to do when she was a youngin', as if just a pinky toe over would cause her to plummet to her death in the black void below. But god did she feel invincible, walking along the dashes, leaping far from the black and staying away from harm's way.
She neared the two cliffs, looking up at them, and noticing a lack of dimension back, as if they were cardboard and someone painted them to look a certain way, as if to deceive her from looking too deep into it. But now it was bugging her. WHy wasn't there any dimension? They were flat, flat and white and craggily, but how far did they go back, if they even went back at all? Anna stepped one large leap ahead of her to get a better look, but then it felt like her foot landed on something cold and dead, and she realized she'd fallen off the tightrope, she'd fallen into nowhereland, she'd lost the game, lost the bet, lost her way. And now the cliffs didn't mean too much to her, except that they looked even bigger, taller and even more 2-D. But that just didn't make sense. She couldn't jump back onto the tightrope, even if she tried. It was like when you're watching a circus, and they fall off, and try to get back on again, it just doesn't hold the same amount of tension and excitement for you when you've already seen the performer fail. She had lost her shot at it. At redemption.
But she wasn't dead yet, which meant that even falling into the black void of death and she wouldn't die. This must mean that she was invincible. Who needed the yellow dashes when she could run everywhere, to and fro without a flicker or flash of pain? She could be Superwoman, Catgirl, and Wonderwoman all at the same time, no fear, no fury, no pain, no death. Invincible, immortal. She danced around the road like she owned it, until she was almost at the cliffs of tallness and lacking in volume. She wanted to knock them down, and she knew she could, just with a flick of her finger. She ran towards the one on the right, and swatted it down, and with a flap and a clunk, it fell over, just like a piece of cardboard. She'd seen right through that one's facade, there was no way that the other one could be different. Enough of this tom-foolery, she was done with the bullshit! With a flick of her finger, she knocked the other one down on its face, fallen and cracked little pieces of the mountains came crumbling down, falling to pieces like glass that shattered into even tinier pieces, into sand and into dust. The dust blew off into the distance, around the bend, around the road that she still could see no more of. And all was still and silent once more.
She laughed loudly, waiting for the echo to return to her. And it did, but tenfold. This echo sounded less like her the more times it reverbed and more and more like a car horn, chortling with laughter on its monochromatic pitch. And then came the lights, the bright, streaming lights. Then the horn, louder and louder. The semi came into view, with a shadowy presence as a driver, but she couldn't make out the gender or even the face of the figure. Just a shadow, hunched in their seat and driving right down the road, honking in the sound of her laughter, mocking her. She'd have none of this, and so she stopped where she was, right in the middle of the road, feet apart and fists at her waist. If she had a cape, now would be the most appropriate time to wear one, with the mask and leotard and all. She was invincible right? She could take on this hefty truck, no problem.
It drew nearer and nearer, chortling all the way there, but elongating its hits on the horn by seconds every time as she waited for it to approach her. It was probably thirty feet tall, six times as tall as she was, but she was invincible, probably made of mercury. Strong, potent, moveable but not destroyable. Nothing could kill her, she was on top of the world. Bring it on semi.
And so the semi did. It brought all of its force and blare and bright lights that blinded her eyes but she kept them open anyways. She raised her hands up above her head, ready to hit the semi with full force. And with its last ever blare of screeching horn, it hit her, point blank, her entirety, crushed, damaged, her invincibility shattered, just like the last cliff. And all was white. Everything. There was no sound, there was no anything.
Just white.
And then, with a bump on her headboard, she woke up with a startle, grumbling out an, "Oi," but there was no one there to respond to her call. It was silent. Purely silent.
