Dream Journal

Meeting Edward Elric in the World's Dankest Prison

A small, dark figure jumped toward the bars of my cell from the shadows, scaring me half to death. A metal fist grabbed my shirt, pulling my chest into the wrought iron bars. My feet lifted off the ground. This guy was strong.

"You'd better be quiet while my brother and I escape," he warned. I nodded repetitively until he dropped me. My feet hit the ground and I brushed the sprinkled rust from the front of my shirt. But when I glanced around, there was no one else in the place. At least no one that I could see. I quietly backed into the corner of the cell, deciding it would be best not to lie to this guy. I watched the guy clap his hands together, creating a bolt of blue electricity. Efortlessly, he propelled himself up the walls of the strange octagonal jail. He hoisted himself over the ledge that held more prisoners high above my cell and dropped in beside me, only a hair out of place.

Just outside the bars, when my eyes had adjuted, I found the octagonal pillar that held the roof up on this place. Just below it was the murky water that was deep enough to drown an elephant, and above: completely empty space.

I winced as the guy took me up in his cold metal arm and leapt up the walls of my cell just as he had done to break into it. We landed on the skinny ledge at the top with precision, and my heart was pounding in my ribcage. Almost immediately I heard brutish growls and jingling from below.

"Run!" the guy shouted and dropped me on the ledge. He leapt in the other direction and I couldn't help but follow him. Where else would I go? Together we ran around the ledge, away from the charging wolves wearing tiny, silver bells.

Despite how fast we ran to outrun them, wolves surrounded us on either side. With no other choice, we leapt into the dark, icy water.

The guy's red tailcoat disappeared through the deep water and numbness formed in my limbs. I now felt something materializing around me. A set of arms and a body. Something warm and soft. Was it the guy? No. Was it a chair?

Yes.

I was sitting in a chair, in a dark room, staring at a dark screen. Something covered my eyes. Glasses? I pulled them off, my fingers bumping the plastic lenses.

3D glasses? Yes. A movie? Yes. It was all just a movie? But I couldn't remember. How did the wolves get there? Where was the guy now?

There were many things I couldn't remember but had probably been explained. The screen refused to light again and I was left in the dark of the theater with nothing but the feel of the glasses in my hand.