soft white cake and strawberry blood-like filling stared at me, tauntingly. i seized the cake like my hands were claws and my mind was begging for something, something to fill my emptiness, something to distract my mind from my self-destructive thoughts. i devoured the creamy goodness in my mouth, sugar overtaking my body. satisfied.
I had a weird dream(And it actually continued off of/expanded another dream that I had forgotten until this one happened) and the real odd thing is that I remembered it, so I wrote it down as best I could. It ended up kinda long, but here it is.
I am stolen from my home in the middle of the night; two scientists? People dressed in complex white-and-black outfits.
I am on a transport of some kind; my friend is there, and we're both too scared to talk, so we just huddle together. There are others but we can't see them very well- the car(or whatever) is not lit up aside from the city lights below and the controls of the driver's cabin ahead. Out kidnappers loom at the front.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I awake alone in a white room, perfectly square, unsure of where the brilliant white light is coming from- it seems to come from everywhere, and no shadows can be found. I think I'm here for a while- hours, minutes, months? When suddenly I am transported- I do not listen why. For the first time I am outside of my cube, and out into something far more insidious, and preposteriously large. Was I in some giant lab somewhere? Endless rows and columns of apartmentlike squares containing children, adults, infants, elders, sometimes something that looks like an animal or a being I can't quite comprehend. The other astounding thing- the entire cube- including mine- is see-through from the outside. Every single one made of some double-sided glass or something. The ones next to me- on a flat platform rather than a hotel-like complex- are empty. I don't count how many. I should have.
THe ride feels short, and I am soon in a much different area. It is reminiscient of old eighteenth-century mansions, with red velvety carpet and high, deeply colored wooden walls accented with gold. There are here and there a stark break in the facade- bright white walls and doors with black or blue edges that lead back into wherever I just came from. We arrive at a door, fancy and ostentatious, far too big for any human, yet it seems to belong to one. A red-clad guard or butler of some sort stiffly opens the door for us. I get the vague impression he is a robot, which is further compounded when the butler inside has an identical face and uniform, the only difference being that he is serving wine instead of opening doors. I pass on the wine. The butler looms behind a large red sofa, and an old man sinks into that sofa, looking tired though vim and vigor still swirl in his bright blue eyes.
The old man has a mildly hunched posture, but is otherwise stiff as a board, all limbs at right angles at their hinges. He carries a wooden cane carved into an indescribable shape that was meaningless to me. A shock of white hair covers his head, though it seems to be trying to escape, sticking out like he had just been shocked by lightning in a cartoon. He wore a maroon smoking jacket and a pair of olive green pants of some sort. A pair of shiny black tap dancing shoes gleamed at me like little black beetles from the colorful but dulled with age carpet.
We talk about something, or rather the scientist and the old man talk while taking sharp glances at me. It is as though the hadn't spoken at all, I didn't hear a word despite the proximity.
Sometime later, I learn I am special somehow. Superluck? Is that even a power? They want to test it, and I am in a white tube, similar to the room. I wonder if it is seethrough too, from the outside. Suddenly the tube opens its door and I am in a single spoke of a hallway leading to a circle I can see a bit away. I run there, wondering what it could be. I see my friend, and they see me- we almost cry we're so happy. There's glass between us though, or a force field. Eventually eight other people come out, or so I thought- I never see anyone else, or maybe I just don't notice them. I blink and I am somewhere else again.
I am in a rectangular cell, white as always, but the faintest edges of a door are visible. There is not room to sit, and barely enough to turn around. The other wall is white and empty. I hear a voice suddenly- JUST HOLD ON! I look around- there is no speaker. I'LL GET US A DOOR, JUST WAIT A MINUTE. I wait, and a flash of blue light outlines a door. I step out of it, and the door disappears behind me. I am in a stall of some kind, not unlike a lavatory stall, though lacking in any of the fixtures. Opening the hinged door, I see my friend again. She made the doors, and we have escaped their parameters. We can talk now, and we do- breathlessly, about how glad we are to be together again, how scared we are, and how we aren't sure what now. There's a noise. The scientists are unhappy. Banging on the walls. Have they found us? Where are we? Does this place really exist? Are they just banging on walls of places we're supposed to be. We panic anyway, and try to find a door. Whether she made it or it appeared, we don't know, but we find one eventually, and step through.
We are in the mansion. The hallway with the iron railings and the open arches to peer below. The door seals shut behind us as if it never were. We dart around, looking for exits, dodging scientists and other authorities. The halls are hauntingly silent otherwise. We come across one with a dark room at the end. We will hide there. As we walk we have to stop behind a corner- this hall's arches overlook a library, and the old man is there, looking for something in a contained-barely- frenzy. I know what he's looking for. I stole it a while ago, but didn't remember until now. A golden key or locket or something, hidden in a book thick and leather-bound. We wait for him to descend his ladder in a fuss, and then we dart past. We have to duck away again as the red butlers walk by, and take their stations outside the door to wait for their master. We slip inside the ajar door just in time, barely missing the scathing glance of the nearest one.
We hide behind a couch as we hear noise coming- the old man. How did he get up here so quick? We crumple ourselves into the ground trying to hide, and he flicks a lamp on. One of the red robot men follows him in and offers him wine- the old man rejects and asks for vodka. He is in a foul mood- it permeates the air. Something happens- he is angry, and throws his drink on the lamp after telling his butler to leave him for a moment. He turns towards the door and scowls and hollers about nothing. A fire is building up, still small but frightening all the same. My friend and I run to the kitchen, a curving room, still dark. I have to stop and take the soft little cookies and pastries on the stove- it just feels necessary. Luckily they are on a paper towel so I can just wrap them all up in it like a bindle. We run to the bathroom and jump behind the shower curtains, hunkering low in the spacious tub. If we curl our legs up to our chests, we both fit and we both go low enough to see through the tiny, centimeter-tall gap between the shower curtains and the high walls of the tub. There's a commotion outside, and we dread that someone will need to come here for something. Eventually the noise dies out, but we still sit and worry. What if they're all still out there?
It's silent. I hear a noise, but she does not. I have good hearing. I peer outside and see nothing. The noise comes again, and we both hear it. Fearing for our lives, we peer outside, and
it's too absurd.
It's too crazy.
It's just stupid.
It's a yoda doll (it comes across as old and archaic, I suppose it must be from the distant past) that is made of plastic and walks forward slowly. (It looks kinda like a furby). All it says is "I am Yoda". I catch it before it can bump into the tub. I turn it off- there are two switches. One is for power, and I switch it off. The other says "RC - AUTO". and I leave it on RC. I do not realize it is a camera. We bust up laughing at how absurd it was, and we leave. Somehow we know the room out there is empty. The dream ends, the only other detail to know is that I was pink and my friend was blue.
