Prompt -- "You wake up, and there is a room full of angry dolphins in a mini lake beside your bed. What do you do."
The water is blue – synthetic blue. It is filled with chlorine and in it, skin bone-bleached, dolphins thrash.
I want to free them, but I can't. I can't move. My heart is pounding and my limbs are frozen, immortalized in time.
Water breaks over the edge, splashes my toes and sends shivers up my spine. Waking up from an endless dream, I have simply encountered another.
Only, this dream, I cannot control.
I am not surprised these dolphins are angry. Their fury radiates off them in hot waves, sending sparks down my spine and a shiver from head to toe. I wonder, if I were to help them, if they would help me in return. Send me back to the land of endless plains and spired forests. To dark grottos filled with luminescent crystals.
But they won't. Not now, not ever. Because, in this dream, a saviour is a martyr.
And everyone knows how a martyr's story ends.
