The Art of Dreaming

The High Seas

I overheard two rookies arguing at the entrance of the room. Their bodies glitched as they spoke. I pulled the brim of my hat down closer to my eyes. If I focused my stare I could catch the pixels that moved around. Green with black and white stripes, red with yellow diagonals, a static square and other different ones. The swarm of blocks grew around the two rookies and surrounded them completely. Now a glitchy blob of colors sat there continuing the grow. It soon reached the trash bins and some of its mass climbed into each one. There was an echo of trash lids closing as they disappeared from sight. I wasn't expecting them to go to this extent. The expertise I gave them really helped. I remembered earlier in class when they were all still just eggs.

"This class is about the core fundamental knowledge of what you will need on the job. I can't teach you passion." I said.

Troin grabbed two eggs and cracked them in a bowl. 

"I can feed them to you like this or I can cook them." she said.

The skillet was already hot and I could hear the butter sizzling in the pan. I nodded my head and Troin poured them into the pan. She seasoned them with salt and pepper before two young chicks jumped off of the stovetop and into a green and pink basket filled with flowers. I slapped a sticker on the basket and pulled it on the conveyor belt leading out of the room. The sticker said Basket 517, 97. It meant 1997. I wasn't even sure what that meant or how I felt about it anymore. I couldn't play basketball anymore after my knee injury so that meant pro ball was out. The problem was the solution I thought, it had to be. I walked out into the main room and watched as the customers fed the young chicks in the baskets. There was a group of butterflies hovering over one table. A group of bats around another and a group of snails on the wall by another. There should have been dogs, cats and rabbits around too. Something was wrong.

"Eh sah oh baw, vo neel." a customer said. 

I saw it too, the floor was moving away from me in a disc shape. It left me on a 5 foot platform with about 10 feet between me and the rest of the room on all sides. I took a step forward and realized that the ground was 3D. I continued walking and the room disappeared around me. I was walking through a shallow moat now. A serpent carrying a duffle bag slithered by me to a small door guarded by another serpent. After he was allowed to enter I walked up to the door.

"Sai, houn derk woa vis zan." the serpent said.

"Yes, I have the pass." I told the serpent.

I showed him and walked into the door, literally my head hit the door. The serpent wouldn't let me enter until I shared a work out plan with him. After that, I was allowed to enter. It might have been an illusion but it wasn't one before death. It's just that no matter how long I stared at this building I couldn't count how many windows it had. The problem is I know how to count. 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3. My mind got lost again, I couldn't focus on it. Focusing was the least of my problems at the moment. I saw the blue and red lights of a police vehicle flashing. I stepped into the nearest car and watched them pass. A cell phone on the passenger seat started to ring. I knew it wasn't for me so I didn't answer it, it said 1 missed call from 104 Heaven Street.

 This city had accepted harassments in its daily life. It would make its' inhabitants think that life was fair while repeatedly destroying any chance at fairness. I looked out through the windshield and saw a building fall to the ground. Large clouds of dust expanded through the city now. I stepped out into the dust and looked for 104 Heaven Street. After searching I found it, a doorless first-floor chamber. There must have been 100 phones on the floor ringing at the same time. Mice ran around, scurrying about. Marbles began to fall down uneven shelves that were nailed into the wall. Down left then a drop, down right then a drop. After two more shelves they would hit the ground and roll towards my feet. I made me think if a cage was really armor from a cold poisonous outside. There were about 50 marbles at my feet now of all different colors. It seemed like the marbles were waiting for something but I didn't know what it was.