I'm running from some kind of mercenaries, trying to go to university at the same time. I weave my way accross buildings, taking hidden doors and corridors, the mercenaries voices hot on my trail, casual and laughting. I manage to board on a train, half train alf boat, standing up at the prow. There's a woman and her little girl behind me, the girl with pigtails and big blue eyes. She crouches down and pick up a piece or paper stuck to my shoes and excitatly tells her mother that I'm a member of the crew. I feel embarassed and tell her that it's not true, that I picked up the paper somewhere. I let her keep it and she's thrilled. Her mother thanks me and hands me some chocolates. As the train stops, her husband come to picks them up and I leave, still going to university. I meet up with somes of my comrades in a yard, half lawn half cement, and we start a waterballons fight. The sun is hot and the air dry, the water ballons very cold. Another friend calls us from a flat above, waving. We enter the building and go to her place. It's small but very sunny, and now crowned. We manage to all sit in front of her TV for a movie, on two sofa. I'm sitting at one of the end of one of the sofa, with the boyfriend of my cousin and my cousin sitting with me. The boyfriend has very wandering hands and keeps trying to kiss my neck, making me very inconfortable, but my cousin doesn't let me get up. Our phones are stucks together and it's somehow keeping me from leaving. I manage to separate them and get up to sit on the other sofa, next to a tall, brown-haired man. He wraps a arm around my waist and pulls me slightly against him, allowing me to sit confortably. I feel safe with him and snuggle closer.
I'm laying on my bed, in the dark, feeling warm and relaxed. I feels a slight rocking motion and trying to push my dream body out, but I don't have enough momentun and snap back in, waking up in the process. I manage to stay still and look for the rocking motion again, wainting until I'm confident I can throw myself out. I roll off the bed and go to the window. I go through it and walk in the dark, waiting for the darkness to subside. When I can finally see I'm standing on a road between two hedges and it's the end of the afternoon. Eli is already here, and I take his hand. He wrap me in a tight hug and I get gently pulled on my tiptoes, burying my face against his neck, smelling cologne and his warm skin undernearth. I lose my equilibrium and lean against him, encircled in his arms, and the dream threaten to shatter like glass. He let go of me, reminding me that I have to look for someone. I'm not very lucid but I know he's right, so I climb other the hegde into a tree and use the brach to lauch myself into the sky. I' flying very low, and I use the trees on my way to try to go highter. I fly close to a small group of dream characters; I can't really see their faces, but one of them is familiar. I land next to him and he smiles, recognizing me. It's the handsome man with the patrician features and he is as happy to see me as he was is the first dream I saw him. He takes my hand for a basemain, but the mighty kitty wakes me up. At this point I check the time, and since it's still early, I decide to try to do a WBTB, as I can't chain. I am in a garden, without lucidty. I'm with agroup of girl, we're celebrating something like a engagement. We're all on motocycles, except one, who only has a bike. I get off my ride, telling her to take it, that I will find something else. On cue I hear hooves, and I turn around. A cybernetic horse is coming for me. It's made of a strange, shiny almost black blue material, with a blue shiny outline stylizing its face and body. Its eyes are pupilless and shining too, and its mane is a plate of the same material as the rest of it. There is some kind of plugs on its back, and I use them to secure a saddle made of a simple piece od leather on its back before climbing. I don't need a tack to steer it, but the girls with me find it innerving, so I materialize a bridle around its head. The horse rears up and nickers, very unhappy with that. I really need to stress to myself that I need to find the silvery man and not any pretty thing I find on my way
take a seat people, this one is a long one. I boards a train on a contry station. The day is hazy and hot, the tall grass dried out and whispering in the hot wind. The train I'm in go off the rails, but I find myself tranding up in the ruins of the accident, seemingly inscathed, chairs and pieces of glimmering machinery all around me in a clearing. I still need to go, and I find mylsef in another train, this one going over a brige high on a montain side. This one go off the rails too, and I'm falling down, all the way to the ground. I hear the thump of my body, and something snaps. I scramble back on my ass, then I stand up. Somehow I know that i'm not living anymore, that I'm a ghost, haunting my own body. It doesn't seem broken or even hurt. Two other girls are picking themselves from the ground. I know they are like me, dead but walking. We meet up on the side of the wreackage and decide that we have nothing better to do but walk. We walk for a long time, following the train tracks, until we reach the outskirts of a city. One of my companion seem to know her way around, and she brings us to a big villa with a party going on. We walk in from the garden to a back door. A Yound, blond haired girl opens the door, beckoning us in. There's a lot of people, kids barely in their teens huddled together, sixteen years old longing around, and twenty something drinking and laughing. THe blonde girl introduces us to her older borther, one of a twenty-something; he's a fiery red-head, with a handsome, somehow cat-like face. He seems very interested in me, but he gives off such a creeper vibe that I decide to purposely fuck with him by flirting with girls. I whisper to one of the girls from the train: "I bet I can kiss three girls before the end of the day." "But how about the guy?" she askes. "Exactly." We giggle after that. The day after, the party is fnished and the house weirdly empty. It's a beautiful place, with white walls and tilted floors, the furniture mostly made of light wood, with dark blue and white fabric. I slowy understand that the party was an haunting, and the previous owners of the place are dead, and I'm squatting. There's a lot of food in the kitchen, breads and cheeses and all sort of vegetables in the frige. There's also a cot in here, with a cream wool blanket on the thin mattress. I spend some days here, and one day I overslept and wake up in the darkness. I flip the switch to open the electrical blinds and look the time on my phone; it's almost 3 p.m. but I need to plung it to see clearly the screen, the battery was almost flat. I wander in the garden in my pajama, a fade pink shirt going down to my thighs, feeling feverish. On a cornor of the garden, overlooking the street below is a giant tree, gnarled and old. It looks like a japanese pin tree, with big aerial roots. It's covered in dark green moss, with lighter sprouts on the side touched by the sun, doted with small flowers in orange, pink and light yellow. As I'm walking toward it, two girls I recognize from the school I'm attending see me from the street and ask me where I am been. I make up a lie that I was sick with the flu, my dew soaked pajama clinging to me like I'm sweatslick. They sympathize, and ask to use my bathroom. I pretend that it's dirty to make them leave, bu the older one insist and I guide them inside. I pretend to clean up the bathroom before letting the younger one in, going in the kitchen with the other. I start to nervously tidy up the food, putting most of it in the frige and throwing moldy things away. The girl looks at me intendingly and asks me : "Do you sit on the bed, or through the bed?" I look quickly to the still locked bathroom door, and nervously tell her that we should speak about it later. She agrees and the younger girl get out, and they leave. The older girl tells me her friend needs help, and she will come back later. I start to bolt all the doors but another school college walks to it with a friend of her and tries to force her way in; I lock the door on her and talk to her through a window cut in the wood of the door. She aggressifly asks me about a Sarcomis thyphus and I rattle off the definition of it; it's a bacteria that induce sarcoma. He friend snorts and starts to say that it's actually a part of the immun system. I scream at her that it's in the fucking name that it induces sarcoma and it's a bacteria and slam the window covering in their faces, bolting it. I back up a little corridor and lock another door, this one painted light blue.
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