A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes?!
Apr. 30th, 2002 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetAn extended series of mundane events, connected by train rides. The mundane events are relatively realistic and unremarkable: working at the office, going to the grocery store, studying, playing some sort of "wild west" miniatures wargame with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gadiel (I was winning, so take that).
In between, however, I must ride the train.
It is terror of the train that colors all of the other events and makes them nightmarish, the knowledge that eventually I will be on the train again and there is no way to prevent that.
You see, on the train, there lurks the Mummy.
(No, really, it was rather horrifying, I assure you.)
The train moves between stops, passengers trying to hide their fear. The tension is palpable. I am trying to read through some game rules. Then, the signal comes: all of the doors connecting the cars open at once with a quiet but menacing release of steam.
Everyone cowers, everyone seeks a hiding place.
Soon the creature itself enters, all fangs and claws and rotting flesh, half again the size of a large athletic man. It selects a victim at random, usually the first one it sees who has not managed to hide well enough, and devours him or her messily right there. Sometimes it takes a second victim, but other times it moves to the next car to continue its meal.
It never occurs to me that the traffic on 95 might not be so bad after all.
The ending is rather banal; of course it eventually selects me as its victim but then recognizes me as a foe of its archenemy, a powerful vampire, so it spares me just as the vampire shows up and they fight.h
gadiel (I was winning, so take that). In between, however, I must ride the train.
It is terror of the train that colors all of the other events and makes them nightmarish, the knowledge that eventually I will be on the train again and there is no way to prevent that.
You see, on the train, there lurks the Mummy.
(No, really, it was rather horrifying, I assure you.)
The train moves between stops, passengers trying to hide their fear. The tension is palpable. I am trying to read through some game rules. Then, the signal comes: all of the doors connecting the cars open at once with a quiet but menacing release of steam.
Everyone cowers, everyone seeks a hiding place.
Soon the creature itself enters, all fangs and claws and rotting flesh, half again the size of a large athletic man. It selects a victim at random, usually the first one it sees who has not managed to hide well enough, and devours him or her messily right there. Sometimes it takes a second victim, but other times it moves to the next car to continue its meal.
It never occurs to me that the traffic on 95 might not be so bad after all.
The ending is rather banal; of course it eventually selects me as its victim but then recognizes me as a foe of its archenemy, a powerful vampire, so it spares me just as the vampire shows up and they fight.h
