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fohfoh:
Ok... I know at the beginning of summer, I was considering writing the multiple perception story about the post apocalypic world... but somehow I couldn't get into it...

HOWEVER, about a month ago, I had an odd dream. So I wrote it down and made a few revisions to it with a few oldie bkbt ppls (generally just adding missed details from the dream. Trying to keep it true to the original dream). It's disjointed, I know. It's a dream. They don't make sense. So read at your own preference. I hope it actually fits as a post... we'll see. Let's just keep this from being a psychoanalysis of fohfoh, k?

(I'm not sure if this was the "final draft". Hopefully it is)

(click to show/hide)I didn’t know her name until we met for the second time. But the first time we met, I couldn’t help watching her every move. Her kimono was white with long sleeves and with many colored designs on it. The designs that stood out to me were the ribbons of purple that gently accented her body. She moved gracefully past many people in the crowded street. It wasn’t a city street, but more like a smaller town. The street started on a hill on the far side and slowly came down towards the bottom where a large group of people were probably bartering or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention to them, I was looking at her. In the distance was something that looked like an ocean. It was a tropical city, but it didn’t seem too warm. I wasn’t too sure. I wasn’t from a tropical place. I had no idea where I was. And yet, I could not take my eyes off this girl. I was on a bridge or a platform, or something higher than the street itself. I couldn’t really be sure, because I soon passed out after seeing this girl.

I awoke to see her looking at me with concern. As I slowly pulled myself to a sitting position, I immediately felt light headed. I closed my eyes and put my hand to my head, not really for any reason, but because it felt like a natural thing to do. Moment later, I felt a soft cool hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see the girl in the kimono with her hand on my forehead. Shocked and surprised, I stared at her, but my face didn’t show these emotions. Instead, we calmly stared at each other for a timeless moment which was interrupted by the sound of my stomach growling. The girl pulled her hand back, smiled and stood up. She then looked down and extended a hand to me still smiling. It felt odd, but I took her hand and she pulled me up with a strength that surprised me, her cool hand with a strong yet gentle grip. I could feel that she was full of a very silent confidence in herself that did not match my own. Holding hands we made our way down the very street that I first saw her. We didn’t say anything, but walked in silence holding hands and making our way to a destination known only by her. I wanted to look at her while we walked, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I couldn’t take notice of the surroundings that we passed. Not that I didn’t want to, but that I just couldn’t process it. I just walked led by the hand that had pulled me up, emulating the strange confidence that I could feel from the hand that led me. It felt like sunset, but in the afternoon.

By the time I was able to take note of the surroundings, I was on a strange sort of pier with large rocks on either side. I could see people on the rocks just sitting and staring out into the ocean. Children were at the bottom of this playing in the water as well. The water there was shallow. Strange… considering we were on a pier that looked like it was at least 20 feet high. I suddenly noticed that we had stopped in front of the pier and had not progressed past the imaginary boundary of the pier and the street. I looked at the girl and noticed she was looking up at me and smiling. It was the first time I noticed that she was shorter than I was. She beckoned me with her eyes and we walked past the imaginary boundary of the street and the pier and continued down the street. It felt like evening.

Up several steps that went up this sort of mountain that encompassed a bay, I noticed that the atmosphere had changed. Not regular weather type of stuff, but the attitude of people. Many stores lined the areas, but unlike the traditional feel of the streets I had passed prior to this, the streets were lined by stores with a modern feel. I felt a burst of confidence and somehow, I began to lead this girl instead of her leading me. I approached a stall and took note of a trinket with shimmering purple flowers. It looked like crystal, but it wasn’t crystal. Like the girl’s kimono, it had other colors in the back that accented the colors of the purple. Green leaves here, orange shapes there… I picked it up and stared at it in an almost reminiscent way. A pair of hands held mine, closed them with the trinket inside and pushed my hands back towards me. The hands were warm, aged and gentle. I looked up to see an old woman smiling at me. I stood with the trinket in my hand for a moment. It was long, it felt cool to my touch, and it felt solid and strong like a bracelet, but it wasn’t a bracelet. No… it was too short to be a bracelet. It felt familiar, so I turned and gave the trinket to the girl. She smiled, pulled out a white phone, attached the trinket, gave the phone two solid shakes and put the phone away with a look of satisfaction. I grabbed her hand and we walked down the street away from the stores. It felt like night.

Moving past the area where the stores were located, the area gave a country feeling. It should have been like a small town since the walls were laid with stones and the paths were made of a black solid stone, but it felt more like a country because of the trees that gave shade. It felt like afternoon. I had hoped to cross a certain path, but I noticed a person with dyed blue hair standing in the way. He wore a suit and he wasn’t as tall as I was, but his stature looked menacing even though he wasn’t facing our direction. The girl didn’t seem like she wanted to pass this individual anyways. I noticed many more of these individuals appearing. They weren’t paying attention to us, but they were moving towards paths, stairways and other narrow passageways. Without a feeling of nervousness, I felt myself being guided by the girl down a set of stairs. I could see a small bay at the bottom of the town. But I didn’t know that was where we were headed.

“Yuki!” a loud voice called. It had no tone of concern or surprise or anything like that. It sounded as if someone was just calling casually across a room full of people. To our right on one of the rocks was an elderly man. He could have been in his mid 50s or so, but I couldn’t be sure. We approached this man. He was eating some type of grey skinned fruit that had skin like a lychee and was shaped like an onigiri. I noted black spots on them that looked like decay that at times shuddered and would move. Not expand, but move on this strange fruit. We were beckoned to sit beside this man, which we did. We were back on the pier. The man took another of the strange fruits and began to eat, or at least that is what I presumed. Yuki and I each took one. I peeled the skin, avoiding the slowly moving black surface. I took a bite and felt a pleasant sweetness I had never experienced flood my body. It was soon followed by a stinging feeling on my lip and I realized that the black surface had gotten close to my lips. Annoyed, I put the fruit down on the rock. I realized that Yuki had not touched hers and was instead looking sadly out at the large body of water. The old man stood up and I suddenly noticed we were on a very bright estate on the top of the hill. Green grass surrounded a large building and I felt like I was at a club house of a golf course. We were at the very top of the hill and I had no memory of how we had gotten here. It felt like noon.

My sudden surprise was interrupted by a realization. I was alone. I ran down the hill on paths that looked oddly familiar. It must have been the place where the men with the blue hair were earlier because I could see the store area in the distance. I rushed in and began to ask random strangers the same question, “Did you see the girl that was with me?” I was greeted with the same silence from everyone, each silent response accompanied by a sadness and a slow shaking of the individual’s head. I was frantic and also confused. How did they know exactly who I was referring to? She must have been famous, but I really didn’t know. I ran through the store area many times before going back to the club house on the hill. It felt like clouds were forming in the sky in the late evening.

 I ventured to the building and began to look around. The hallways were large and laid with a dark maroon brick. Art hung on the walls, but they didn’t seem special. A dark feeling enveloped me and I ran to a bathroom stall to hide. But there was nothing inside the stall, it must have been a change room instead. I peeked under the door and noticed that there seemed to be four stalls.  The dark presence walked past mine and something was thrown over the door into my stall. I didn’t dare to move. A sloshing sound was heard to the stall on the far right. Suddenly, the stall was bright. They’re putting gasoline into the stall and lighting it. I realized in my mind. I quickly stood up and looked for something to shield myself. A large towel was on the wall and I quickly pulled it on top of myself just as the liquid sloshed in my stall. “Her only fault was what she was born to have. What she possessed that I am now taking away for myself.” The phrase echoed through the hallway. But I could see his shoes from the gap on the floor of the stall door. I threw off the towel and stood up to see that the thing that was thrown over my stall door was Yuki’s lifeless body still wearing the kimono that I was familiar with. The flame came over the top of the stall door. With flame surrounding my stall without actually touching me, I stared at Yuki’s lifeless eyes. As I reached out with my hand, I was suddenly transported to the pier. The sky was a dark grey and the old man was back on the rock unaware I was there and the fruit that once was the grey fruit was now replaced with real lychees on branches. Heavy waves beat against the stones. Was the water higher? I was under a grey cloth. It stank, but somehow I felt invisible while wearing it. I stared at the old man with a sense of sadness. I felt devoid of anger and hatred. Only sadness for losing the one thing I enjoyed in the world I didn’t understand and belong to. It felt like rain was coming.

When it seemed like no one was looking, I ran. I ran to look for Yuki. I realized I had not gone to the place where I first saw her. Rain fell from the sky, but suddenly I realized it wasn’t rain. That’s because it tasted like tears. I was lost. So I stopped running. A color of purple surrounded me and I ceased to exist. It felt like a morning with shimmering dew. I didn’t mind it, but instead, I embraced it.

It felt like Yuki.

BMXgunnar08:
Lol. tl;dr

I'm also tired...

fohfoh:

--- Quote from: BMXgunnar08 on September 28, 2010, 07:02:32 AM ---Lol. tl;dr

I'm also tired...

--- End quote ---

Obviously, It's a short story.

It's not meant to wow people or change life.

Daltonoth:
I think this is an actually kinda nice short story and have it's own completeness. Especially I like the lovely ending and the beginning part that described the main character was fainted away without any reasons. that's kinda weird but still fine to me. Also, established kinda fantastic mood successfully from there. However, I like it. Other opinions  ???

deathman:
First of all seriously man you are overthinking your dreams...(do you have narration in your dreams???)

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