Dream: Is this torture?

October 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

I had to move out apparently. So I went out to the docks to get on the ferry to Bayview Village. For some reason, the ferry wasn’t running that day, as there was a social party on the boat’s deck. I looked around at the suits and ties then sighed before asking for a ticket for the next day at 10 in the morning. When I returned, my roommate was freaking out about some Work Committee and how they wanted proof that someone puked on her invoice. She was busy pouring soya sauce over a bunch of letters. For some reason the apartment looked more like a hotel room or a lodge than how it usually is in reality. I packed my things and left the house without saying another word to my roommates. As the ferry was leaving port, we were ambushed by the police and was taken to wizard court.

The courthouse was in an alternate dimension inside the Sistine Chapel. The roof was made out of windows and displayed a beautiful panoramic view of the constellations; candles that light the room bright floated high above. As I entered the room, golden butterflies transformed me into Beatrice from Umineko. I pressed the fan against my lips and giggled at the sight of the young wizard standing in the center of the circular hall.

The judge cursed him with mushrooms and thus begun his descending cycle to insanity. Colours flashed, and the world of a kaleidoscope plagued his eyes. Each time the boy spoke, a blade would ram into him. First his bottom; then through the palms of his hands; and then his face over and over again. The only thing he could ask “is this torture?” His brain had already melted from the pain, that he couldn’t stop talking. The colours were the only think left to amuse him like how his pathetic state amused me greatly.

That’s when the griffons were summoned to crash through the walls of the dimension. I jumped on to it’s back, grabbing the kid with me. His friends thanked me for retrieving his body, but he has drowned in his trance. I knew this would happen so I told the little brats: “if you get me to my sister’s house and retrieve my powers, I can save him if that is your desire.” They agreed without second thought. Until my powers returned, I resorted to technology and their weak knowledge. Until my powers return…


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