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tamingthemuseTitle: Dreams
Fandom: Original
Prompt: ebrillade
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of my story about my life after people.
I was jogging down the street with several people around me, watching and joining in. We were racing toward something, on the street where I lived when I was still very young.
I don’t think I knew this many people back then, nor through my whole life, but right now, I knew them all and they were all familiar and close.
The sky wasn’t dark, but nor was it light and it was then I realized that I was dreaming and none of this was real. I didn’t feel the heaving of my chest from the exercise of jogging for so long, and I felt no sweat on my body. I didn’t feel the slap of my feet on the road. I was just jogging at the front of a group and enjoying it all.
I glanced over to the other side of the street and saw a herd of horses running with us and recognized my mother’s two horses amid the herd. I paused in my own jogging and the horses stopped with us.
I wasn’t afraid of horses, per se, but they did frighten me, what with their height and mass and my toes curled into themselves at the thought of being stepped upon. I reached out for one whose name I thought was Cinnamon and smiled when he pressed his nose under my hand. Then I felt disappointment when I didn’t feel the soft, warm press on my hand.
Suddenly I was talking to the people, but I couldn’t hear what I was saying as I swung up on the horse’s bare back, gripping tightly to his suddenly there reins and turning to face the people now jogging on without me.
I led the herd down the street, wondering how I was going to get the horses back to the stables and out of town, like they should be. I wondered briefly how they had gotten so far into town, but then my dream-self was urging the horse forward with a flick of the reins and toward a building that I knew wasn’t there in the waking world.
I slid off the horse and entered, and the horse entered behind me. It wasn’t odd in the dream world, but I knew the horse shouldn’t be inside the café.
My sister-in-law and her family owned this café and I spoke with her a moment while the horse did a turnabout and went back outside. The two of us followed and I reached for the reins as the other horses started galloping down the hill. I quickly jumped back on the horse’s back and gave the reins an ebrillade to force the horse into submission, and away from the now disappearing herd. I glared as Mom’s two horses went with them, but at least I kept one behind. I sat with disappointment weighing heavy on my chest for a moment before I blinked my eyes and stared up at the white ceiling of my bedroom.
I swallowed hard and sat up, rubbing a hand over my eyes. That dream made no sense to me, beyond reminding me of the horses that were still running free on the outskirts of town.
I almost felt the urge to go out to them, but then I glanced out the window and saw the feet of snow piling up and lost that urge. I huddled back under my blankets and mourned the passing of plow trucks to clear the roads.
I couldn’t even see where the yard ended and the road begun, but my car was safe from too high a pile, protected by a tree as it was. My cat meowed somewhere near my feet and I felt him move, stretching and yawning. I followed suit and thought about fetching snow to melt for water to clean out my foul tasting mouth. The memory of the dream was quickly fading, but the thought of the horses stayed with me through the day.
Title: Dreams
Fandom: Original
Prompt: ebrillade
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of my story about my life after people.
I was jogging down the street with several people around me, watching and joining in. We were racing toward something, on the street where I lived when I was still very young.
I don’t think I knew this many people back then, nor through my whole life, but right now, I knew them all and they were all familiar and close.
The sky wasn’t dark, but nor was it light and it was then I realized that I was dreaming and none of this was real. I didn’t feel the heaving of my chest from the exercise of jogging for so long, and I felt no sweat on my body. I didn’t feel the slap of my feet on the road. I was just jogging at the front of a group and enjoying it all.
I glanced over to the other side of the street and saw a herd of horses running with us and recognized my mother’s two horses amid the herd. I paused in my own jogging and the horses stopped with us.
I wasn’t afraid of horses, per se, but they did frighten me, what with their height and mass and my toes curled into themselves at the thought of being stepped upon. I reached out for one whose name I thought was Cinnamon and smiled when he pressed his nose under my hand. Then I felt disappointment when I didn’t feel the soft, warm press on my hand.
Suddenly I was talking to the people, but I couldn’t hear what I was saying as I swung up on the horse’s bare back, gripping tightly to his suddenly there reins and turning to face the people now jogging on without me.
I led the herd down the street, wondering how I was going to get the horses back to the stables and out of town, like they should be. I wondered briefly how they had gotten so far into town, but then my dream-self was urging the horse forward with a flick of the reins and toward a building that I knew wasn’t there in the waking world.
I slid off the horse and entered, and the horse entered behind me. It wasn’t odd in the dream world, but I knew the horse shouldn’t be inside the café.
My sister-in-law and her family owned this café and I spoke with her a moment while the horse did a turnabout and went back outside. The two of us followed and I reached for the reins as the other horses started galloping down the hill. I quickly jumped back on the horse’s back and gave the reins an ebrillade to force the horse into submission, and away from the now disappearing herd. I glared as Mom’s two horses went with them, but at least I kept one behind. I sat with disappointment weighing heavy on my chest for a moment before I blinked my eyes and stared up at the white ceiling of my bedroom.
I swallowed hard and sat up, rubbing a hand over my eyes. That dream made no sense to me, beyond reminding me of the horses that were still running free on the outskirts of town.
I almost felt the urge to go out to them, but then I glanced out the window and saw the feet of snow piling up and lost that urge. I huddled back under my blankets and mourned the passing of plow trucks to clear the roads.
I couldn’t even see where the yard ended and the road begun, but my car was safe from too high a pile, protected by a tree as it was. My cat meowed somewhere near my feet and I felt him move, stretching and yawning. I followed suit and thought about fetching snow to melt for water to clean out my foul tasting mouth. The memory of the dream was quickly fading, but the thought of the horses stayed with me through the day.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: ebrillade
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of my story about my life after people.
I was jogging down the street with several people around me, watching and joining in. We were racing toward something, on the street where I lived when I was still very young.
I don’t think I knew this many people back then, nor through my whole life, but right now, I knew them all and they were all familiar and close.
The sky wasn’t dark, but nor was it light and it was then I realized that I was dreaming and none of this was real. I didn’t feel the heaving of my chest from the exercise of jogging for so long, and I felt no sweat on my body. I didn’t feel the slap of my feet on the road. I was just jogging at the front of a group and enjoying it all.
I glanced over to the other side of the street and saw a herd of horses running with us and recognized my mother’s two horses amid the herd. I paused in my own jogging and the horses stopped with us.
I wasn’t afraid of horses, per se, but they did frighten me, what with their height and mass and my toes curled into themselves at the thought of being stepped upon. I reached out for one whose name I thought was Cinnamon and smiled when he pressed his nose under my hand. Then I felt disappointment when I didn’t feel the soft, warm press on my hand.
Suddenly I was talking to the people, but I couldn’t hear what I was saying as I swung up on the horse’s bare back, gripping tightly to his suddenly there reins and turning to face the people now jogging on without me.
I led the herd down the street, wondering how I was going to get the horses back to the stables and out of town, like they should be. I wondered briefly how they had gotten so far into town, but then my dream-self was urging the horse forward with a flick of the reins and toward a building that I knew wasn’t there in the waking world.
I slid off the horse and entered, and the horse entered behind me. It wasn’t odd in the dream world, but I knew the horse shouldn’t be inside the café.
My sister-in-law and her family owned this café and I spoke with her a moment while the horse did a turnabout and went back outside. The two of us followed and I reached for the reins as the other horses started galloping down the hill. I quickly jumped back on the horse’s back and gave the reins an ebrillade to force the horse into submission, and away from the now disappearing herd. I glared as Mom’s two horses went with them, but at least I kept one behind. I sat with disappointment weighing heavy on my chest for a moment before I blinked my eyes and stared up at the white ceiling of my bedroom.
I swallowed hard and sat up, rubbing a hand over my eyes. That dream made no sense to me, beyond reminding me of the horses that were still running free on the outskirts of town.
I almost felt the urge to go out to them, but then I glanced out the window and saw the feet of snow piling up and lost that urge. I huddled back under my blankets and mourned the passing of plow trucks to clear the roads.
I couldn’t even see where the yard ended and the road begun, but my car was safe from too high a pile, protected by a tree as it was. My cat meowed somewhere near my feet and I felt him move, stretching and yawning. I followed suit and thought about fetching snow to melt for water to clean out my foul tasting mouth. The memory of the dream was quickly fading, but the thought of the horses stayed with me through the day.
Title: Dreams
Fandom: Original
Prompt: ebrillade
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of my story about my life after people.
I was jogging down the street with several people around me, watching and joining in. We were racing toward something, on the street where I lived when I was still very young.
I don’t think I knew this many people back then, nor through my whole life, but right now, I knew them all and they were all familiar and close.
The sky wasn’t dark, but nor was it light and it was then I realized that I was dreaming and none of this was real. I didn’t feel the heaving of my chest from the exercise of jogging for so long, and I felt no sweat on my body. I didn’t feel the slap of my feet on the road. I was just jogging at the front of a group and enjoying it all.
I glanced over to the other side of the street and saw a herd of horses running with us and recognized my mother’s two horses amid the herd. I paused in my own jogging and the horses stopped with us.
I wasn’t afraid of horses, per se, but they did frighten me, what with their height and mass and my toes curled into themselves at the thought of being stepped upon. I reached out for one whose name I thought was Cinnamon and smiled when he pressed his nose under my hand. Then I felt disappointment when I didn’t feel the soft, warm press on my hand.
Suddenly I was talking to the people, but I couldn’t hear what I was saying as I swung up on the horse’s bare back, gripping tightly to his suddenly there reins and turning to face the people now jogging on without me.
I led the herd down the street, wondering how I was going to get the horses back to the stables and out of town, like they should be. I wondered briefly how they had gotten so far into town, but then my dream-self was urging the horse forward with a flick of the reins and toward a building that I knew wasn’t there in the waking world.
I slid off the horse and entered, and the horse entered behind me. It wasn’t odd in the dream world, but I knew the horse shouldn’t be inside the café.
My sister-in-law and her family owned this café and I spoke with her a moment while the horse did a turnabout and went back outside. The two of us followed and I reached for the reins as the other horses started galloping down the hill. I quickly jumped back on the horse’s back and gave the reins an ebrillade to force the horse into submission, and away from the now disappearing herd. I glared as Mom’s two horses went with them, but at least I kept one behind. I sat with disappointment weighing heavy on my chest for a moment before I blinked my eyes and stared up at the white ceiling of my bedroom.
I swallowed hard and sat up, rubbing a hand over my eyes. That dream made no sense to me, beyond reminding me of the horses that were still running free on the outskirts of town.
I almost felt the urge to go out to them, but then I glanced out the window and saw the feet of snow piling up and lost that urge. I huddled back under my blankets and mourned the passing of plow trucks to clear the roads.
I couldn’t even see where the yard ended and the road begun, but my car was safe from too high a pile, protected by a tree as it was. My cat meowed somewhere near my feet and I felt him move, stretching and yawning. I followed suit and thought about fetching snow to melt for water to clean out my foul tasting mouth. The memory of the dream was quickly fading, but the thought of the horses stayed with me through the day.
