Just in a Dream

Forever Searching

Maybe he can find you. He's here again, in the quiet little neighborhood that he had found himself in the night before. He looks left and then right, opting for right. He thinks maybe he remembers where your house is, and sets off walking. He avoids the people here as best as possible, crossing to the other side of the street at times, knowing he's an outsider here. What would they do if they knew? Deep down he thinks they already do. It couldn't be more obvious, with the ODM gear strapped to his hips. 

After what seems like a lifetime of searching, he starts to feel a worm of unease. Where is she? Looking around in panic, all he sees is an unending stream of houses. They all look the same. None of them look like yours. Row after row of picket fences. Every house the same color. The longer he searches, the more accusing the stares and the more his anxiety grows. That innocent looking elderly lady is now leering at him over her roses, eyeing him with crafty, knowing eyes. The kids playing jump rope are going abnormally fast, their chanting jump rope songs reaching a high pitch scream. The man reading the paper on his porch stands up and begins coming down the walk.

Then everything shifts. It's titans where once were old ladies and children. A battlefield has replaced quiet streets. His heart freezes in his chest. There you are, trying to climb a tree and get away. The terror on your face is evident. He springs into action, slicing every nape that gets in his way. Surely he'll make it in time, he has to! He's fairly certain that if you die here, you'll be dead in that other world, too. The world of his dreams.
And that's when his gear sputters.
He's out of gas....

He...