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I wrote this down this morning right after I woke up. Which would be why some of the descriptions are so weird.
There was a place hidden down the alley from an old brick building called La Par or La Pare or something like that. It was not a large place, but it was where they held everyone who was too crazy to run free. Inside it seemed much larger than the outside.
I was there, of course. They'd caught me running through the streets some time ago and shot me with their tranquilizer shotguns. I was more dangerous (crazier) than some of the others. I was chained to the middle of the floor in a square room with two doorways on two of the walls. Others were allowed to wander the inside of the building, although of course they weren't allowed to leave. They were chained in some way as well (I don't remember how) that prevented their escape. I saw Ally walk by a doorway once (the one facing the playground). That was the last time I saw her alive. Cian got caught too, but I think she escaped later when the others did.
My sense of time for these events is strange. I can see individual events, but they're not joined together and not in order. I remember Eric's funeral, and think it was sometime just before or just after I got caught. It was held in a forest, on a rocky area by a cliff. The rocks were painted blue, and slippery. Someone was remembering what Eric had said right before he died. It was wise or funny or something, but I can't quite remember what it was.
I was the first person in Par with the opportunity to escape, but I didn't. I found a link for my chain which made it long enough for me to do something that would help me escape. (It made perfect sense at the time). I clipped it to my line and did nothing, hoping that the man in charge of watching me wouldn't see it. He was a strong, bald man of uncertain temper, and he had beat me often.
I think he saw it anyway, because I remember him losing his temper and destroying my chain. The links flew out the doors and were picked up by the others. The caretaker didn't see that. He went out to get me a new chain and left me in the room with nothing to stop me from leaving.
I didn't. I just sat there. The other person in the room (who was one of my friends) asked me why I didn't escape. I had no desire to, I answered. I have no place to go once I leave here. No family. No friends. No where to shelter me. I'd just get hunted down again and I'd rather that didn't happen.
The caretaker came back with a new chain. It was longer than the old one and let me curl up in a corner of the room.
Meanwhile, everyone outside my room was escaping or helping others escape. The links were being passed around to those who needed them. A couple of my friends came to say good-bye to me. They were going to become artists, they said, and hoped to see me again someday.
I never saw them again. Years later, when I found the street again with the old storefront and the brick warehouse down the alley, there was a group of white statues of children playing right in front of the place where they held us for so long. I knew my friends had made them. La Par was now a clothing store or something, but I knew I would never be able to forget what it had been.
I'm trying to figure out why this dream has stuck with me all day. It might just because it was so long and so detailed compared to most of my dreams. There was also a distinct sense of place. I mean, I can still see it in my head, and nothing about the location ever changed. I didn't turn around to see one wall turn into a horde of flying space monkeys or something. I don't know. I get this feeling that it means something but I can't figure out what.
There was a place hidden down the alley from an old brick building called La Par or La Pare or something like that. It was not a large place, but it was where they held everyone who was too crazy to run free. Inside it seemed much larger than the outside.
I was there, of course. They'd caught me running through the streets some time ago and shot me with their tranquilizer shotguns. I was more dangerous (crazier) than some of the others. I was chained to the middle of the floor in a square room with two doorways on two of the walls. Others were allowed to wander the inside of the building, although of course they weren't allowed to leave. They were chained in some way as well (I don't remember how) that prevented their escape. I saw Ally walk by a doorway once (the one facing the playground). That was the last time I saw her alive. Cian got caught too, but I think she escaped later when the others did.
My sense of time for these events is strange. I can see individual events, but they're not joined together and not in order. I remember Eric's funeral, and think it was sometime just before or just after I got caught. It was held in a forest, on a rocky area by a cliff. The rocks were painted blue, and slippery. Someone was remembering what Eric had said right before he died. It was wise or funny or something, but I can't quite remember what it was.
I was the first person in Par with the opportunity to escape, but I didn't. I found a link for my chain which made it long enough for me to do something that would help me escape. (It made perfect sense at the time). I clipped it to my line and did nothing, hoping that the man in charge of watching me wouldn't see it. He was a strong, bald man of uncertain temper, and he had beat me often.
I think he saw it anyway, because I remember him losing his temper and destroying my chain. The links flew out the doors and were picked up by the others. The caretaker didn't see that. He went out to get me a new chain and left me in the room with nothing to stop me from leaving.
I didn't. I just sat there. The other person in the room (who was one of my friends) asked me why I didn't escape. I had no desire to, I answered. I have no place to go once I leave here. No family. No friends. No where to shelter me. I'd just get hunted down again and I'd rather that didn't happen.
The caretaker came back with a new chain. It was longer than the old one and let me curl up in a corner of the room.
Meanwhile, everyone outside my room was escaping or helping others escape. The links were being passed around to those who needed them. A couple of my friends came to say good-bye to me. They were going to become artists, they said, and hoped to see me again someday.
I never saw them again. Years later, when I found the street again with the old storefront and the brick warehouse down the alley, there was a group of white statues of children playing right in front of the place where they held us for so long. I knew my friends had made them. La Par was now a clothing store or something, but I knew I would never be able to forget what it had been.
I'm trying to figure out why this dream has stuck with me all day. It might just because it was so long and so detailed compared to most of my dreams. There was also a distinct sense of place. I mean, I can still see it in my head, and nothing about the location ever changed. I didn't turn around to see one wall turn into a horde of flying space monkeys or something. I don't know. I get this feeling that it means something but I can't figure out what.
And here's the whole 'what I looked like as a teenager as opposed to now' meme because I thought it would be interesting. Well, that and I was procrastinating.
EDIT: oh, and it's coloured with Mr. Sketch markers 'cause they smelled nice.
EDIT: oh, and it's coloured with Mr. Sketch markers 'cause they smelled nice.
