Title: Pricks & Thumbs-07
Fandom: Fear Mythos
Characters: Rich Providence ♂
Rating: G (L0 N0 S0 V0 D0)
Notes: Fish is dreaming again… Also some rambling about the playhouse and the guys from the newspaper.
Looks like the playhouse lost some people, last night. I’m not really surprised, after what happened, but the next production is delayed. It’s a shame. I kind of wanted to see this one. It was supposed to be an adaptation of some Old World story, about a guy who gets stuck in the middle when good and evil make a bet. I love a good comedy.
So, you know, back to work, which is pretty much like it always is. Everyone’s working too hard and making stupid jokes, because we’re all too tired to see straight. The people over at the Tribune are the same way. Sometimes we’ll run into them, at the diner, after an all-nighter, and then all bets are off. Watching that poor Patternhanded pressman try to arrange the napkins, while he was laughing…
There’s not a lot of people in town who don’t have a good sense of humour. I mean, we’re all stuck here, and nobody knows what Those Who Walk Before are going to decide we should do, next, but we’ve got food and cisterns and a sense of community, and the forest keeps out the razorhounds. We’re not doing too badly for ourselves, and people don’t seem to be too distressed about it, most of the time. Still room for a few good laughs. Some of the old folks remember the way things used to be, and they’re trying to make sure we don’t make the same mistakes the Old World did, building too much, too fast, and not being able to keep it up. I’ve read a little bit about that, but I’m not sure I really understand it. It might be one of those things you had to be there for.
Oh, before I forget, I had that dream again. I don’t remember the details from the first time, not a thing but what I wrote down, obviously, but I’m pretty sure it was the same city and the same girl. I can’t really imagine dreaming up two different cities and two different girls for the exact same dream. Maybe I’ll hold onto this one. If I dream it again, I’ll remember them both, and then I’ll know. Or maybe it’s a different city, now, because I don’t remember the first one, so I had to dream up a new one.
It’s weird, though, because it felt so familiar, somehow. I’ve never been in a city in my life. There are no cities, any more. (Or maybe there are, but not around here.) And it can’t just be that I dreamed it, before, because the Librarians took that. It was so different, but somehow, still familiar. Maybe I saw it in a picture. That’s probably it. I read so many books from the Old World, that I’m probably just dreaming a city I saw, and I can’t remember the name of it. I wonder why that one stuck with me.
I think next time, I’m going to try to remember some street names, or something. I hope that works. I know they say you can’t remember words from your dreams, because the words aren’t actually there, they’re just sort of implied because you know there should be words on stuff, but if I can remember to really look, maybe I can read something. Maybe it’ll be something that will tell me where I’m dreaming. Besides, if I’m dreaming it from a photograph, the words were probably in the picture, so they should be there in the dream.