Jul 062013
 

Title: Pricks & Thumbs-04
Fandom: Fear Mythos
Characters: Rich Providence
Rating: G (L0 N0 S0 V0 D0)
Warnings: Creepy dream. A mention of dangerous wild creatures.
Notes: Fish dreams weird stuff. He’s not sure he’s got anything to offer the Librarians that will get him what he wants, but he’s going to ride out, anyway. I suspect he’ll be surprised, when he gets there, next time.


I had the weirdest dream, last night. I was walking through a city, like one of the Old World cities, with the huge stone and glass buildings that reach up to the sky, but there was no one on the street. I kept walking toward the sun, because at least that would let me know how to get back to where I started, but nothing moved. The lights at every crossroad were only lit on the red light, until the last one. That one was green, and when I passed it, the door to the store on the corner opened, and behind it was all swirling black, and this girl was standing in the doorway. I couldn’t make out her face or even her mark, but she was singing the same couple of lines, over and over: "Where were you / in the spring / when I fell / took my fall / off the wall / in the garden / of Eden". And the rhythm was just like that. Every time I tried to walk towards her, the street would change, and I’d be right back on the corner, where I started. Finally, I woke up, and nothing was weird or wrong. You know, like leaving the window open when it’s cold can give you weird dreams, or one of the Patternhanded deciding it’s time to re-arrange your closet in the middle of the night, or your Seraphim friend’s birds building a nest on your pillow while they wait for you to wake up. Nothing weird at all, which I guess is kind of weird, by itself.

I really need to see the Librarians, this weekend. I’ll have to bring them something unexpected. I’d offer my memory of the journals, since it would be easy to go read those again, but I have a feeling they already know those. They were there.

Whatever I come up with, I’ll be gone for two days. One day to ride out, and one to ride back. It’s not quite a whole day, but I don’t want to ride in the dark, if I can help it. The razorhounds scare the hell out of Marchioness, and to be honest, they scare the hell out of me, too. We’ll be safe, as long as I can get out of here before the sun gets too high. The razorhounds won’t get too close to the library, for some reason. Of course, they almost never come into town, either. I don’t understand them. I don’t want to understand them. I just don’t want to get eaten by them.

I think I’ll just ride out and ask. Bring the usual stuff, maybe the final cut from last night. If I don’t have anything they want, they’ll say something cryptic, and I’ll go back with something else, next weekend.

Still a little shaken up by that dream, though. I keep humming that tune. It’s really catchy…