𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 2: Love in Context

Chapter 2: Love in Context

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Larry XXIV

2014 - New York City

Two weeks before the Hayden Planetarium Grand Opening

He was having strange dreams lately.

They didn't make any sense for him; it didn't help when they were short scenes of different things. But they all seemed too real as if he was living through the whole dream. Sometimes he would physically be there, watching the scene unfold at a distance. Sometimes he would be dreaming of conversations of some people or watching a person's life. Sometimes people in his dreams would react to him as himself.

And sometimes they would interact with him - but it wouldn't be him at all. When he dreamt, it was as if he was living through the lenses of someone else. Another person, with a different personality and drive. He would speak differently too, in words that seemed too 'eloquent' for his Brooklyn New York accent.

Strangest out of all of it, Larry felt that the person he was in the dream - was a woman.

A smooth angelic voice, mixed with an accent that he wasn't sure from the tip of his tongue. She seemed to be a worker in some sort of palace, washing clothes and learning reading and writing. 

There was a glimpse when she was a little girl as well, playing with other girls and boys out in a courtyard. She was the outgoing of the group, who would never leave out a person and who would ask if they were alright.

The first dream Larry had was a particular scene, when 'he' was listening to someone talk to 'him' and other children. They wore white linen and sandals, conversing about some stories about the gods and the morals of their culture.

'He' would ask the teacher (well Larry assumed it was a teacher) why Set would seek to take Osiris' place and why Nephthys would give in to telling him where Osiris was. It was a debate between a grown man and a little girl until Larry would wake up - gasping out loud.

His whole body would be drenched in sweat, panting by how surreal everything was until he would fall back to sleep.

However, it wasn't the case for most nights, as he would lie awake until he spotted the sun peaking out or the sun just past the midway point. Larry could only thank Rebecca for being a heavy sleeper, or else he would be forced to take a night off and sleep until he was better. 

He carried on through with these dreams for the past six months as if nothing has changed. For him: he thought it was for the best since there were so many things going on in his life. The museum was his heart and soul for the past four years, having discovered the passion he wanted for his entire life. He had a son that had turned eighteen and becoming an adult.

He also had Rebecca in his life. And was the spotlight the entirety of this day.

"Guys say something."

"Like what?"

"Anything!"

"...Larry."

With an exasperated sigh, he paced around the main entrance of the museum. He was on top of Rexy's podium, who had ran out into the museum to play catch with Lewis and Clark. His feet making a click on the marble floor.

Standing around the room was Teddy, Ahkmenrah, Octavius, Jedediah, Attila and Sacagawea. They had known why he was pacing, and why he felt sick to his stomach. His hands were fiddling each other in front, a nervous tick every time he turned and walked the same direction.