It began with me walking down a road. I was in a small town, not entirely run down. I was the newly appointed mayor. I was going to spring the place, especially the people's houses, back to life. But this was no ordinary town. No. Some, in fact most, of the houses and plants and general surroundings were made up of legos. Imagine, if you will, the lego towns you made as a child, then imagine what it would look like from the town's folk's point of view. Everything, with the exception of the people and the grass, were exact replicas of that which I played with when I was younger.
Though, being the new mayor, not all of the people liked or accepted me. I had the two thirds vote of the town, but that approximate thirty-three percent was against me. Whole heartedly. There were many attempts on my life. These undesirable people wanted me removed from my office as soon as possible. And in any way possible.
Suddenly, I was at a wedding in the same town. MY wedding. How do I know it was mine? I was wearing the lovely white dress that every girl dreams of having. There was another assassination attempt on my life. I was sitting at the long table, along with my new husband and other close family and friends. I notice in the crowd, some one I didn't recognize. I knew everyone in town.
I see a glimmer. A shining sparkle. I hear a woman scream. I knock back my chair and my husband's. Now I'm running after the person who did it. But what am I thinking? I'm in a wedding dress. I rip off half of my dress and then I run after the shooter. I tackle him to the ground.
I am returned to the sanctity of my town square. I had a nice fountain and garden put in it. I walk around, humming a small lullaby.
Here I am left off. The End.
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Dream State
Short StoryThis a collection of the dreams I have, compiled into short stories. (These are all true dreams i have, and i try to write them without bias.)
