Chapter 3: Sun Wukong
Since I keep mentioning Wukong. I will now tell his tale of how we met... I keep talking about it in real life so this should help make that not be as much of a thing.
I was five years old and in kindergarten. I was in the top bunk of a bunk bed that I was sharing with my sister. She was in her last year of middle school. I had just gotten back to my home from school. I lay down in hopes of having a good dream.
Once I had drifted to sleep. I opened my eyes for the first time as I slept I saw my body. Sleeping as I got dragged westward. I crossed the pacific ocean. I thought I was going to the island I always visited. But I turn slightly north. I crossed deep into the mainland.
As I past land and I was in a plane of grass. There was only one house there. The front was facing west. I reached the front of it. and turn to it. farther west in the distance was a mountain range. That made me feel better at the time. I had never been to a place so vast. Coming from the rocky mountains. The mountain range made me feel at home. Despite being somewhere strange.
Looking back at the building I walk in. a man is talking to himself in a kitchen. A tray of food is on the table. I sneak over to the tray.
As he grumbles, "why do we have to feed him? he should be starved. He never accepts it anyway so there isn't much of a point."
I had just reached it. I was shorter than the table. I pick up the tray thinking: this is horrible. Everyone needs to eat. This food looks so good. I'm hungry. I won't let that other person go hungry either. I walk to where I feel the energy of another person coming from.
I set the tray down on the ground. And try to open the door. it swings out. I pick up the food. And go down a flight of narrow steps.
As I reach the bottom a dark figure moves toward me. Hitting something that was keeping him back. With him clawing at the air. I thought: ooo he must be a criminal or a demon. That protective circle in place must be keeping him from hurting him.
I was startled by him jumping out at me like that. As I say, "is that any way to treat someone here to give you food to eat? I guess you don't want to eat this then."
He stops looking at me a little beside himself with confusion. It was dark in the room I couldn't see him that well. That or he was so black that I couldn't tell what his face looked like. He also seemed fuzzy. Ether I wasn't able to see him well. Or he was a very fluffy demon.
He was still looking at me with a contemplative look. My stomach growled at me. I asked him, "can I have some of your food if you aren't going to eat it?"
He tilted his head. His expression changed to confusion again. He says, "sure kid... go ahead."
I sit down and start eating in front of him. it tastes really good. After a few bits.
He asks, "so why did they send a hungry kid to feed me?"
I answered, "hmm they didn't. I just found my way here. I get summoned to places in my dreams to fulfill a task or something from someone. First time in this land though. I have no idea what they want me to do with you though. Someone was complaining about the fact they had to feed you upstairs. I figured you would want something to eat. Do you want the rest of this by the way?"
He asked, "don't you get fed by your family?"
I said starting to feel full, "not really. Why?"
He asked, "why not run away then? since they don't care enough to feed you."
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god and daemons
Fantasirandom dreams turned into stories. short stories. that have interactions of my past self with god and the daemons from the bible. but it might dive into other cultures as well. for it has me mentioning Sun Wukong The Great Sage Equal to Heaven. but...