A dream
I was in a tropical island, much like this one, but an idealized dream-version of one. It was an ordinary day and hours went by doing stuff, it´s all kinda hazy by now. The skies went dark, and lightning started blasting, but we felt no danger, just a thunderstorm. Me and my father went out, it didn´t rain. Suddenly the skies clears, a bright flash suddenly. Then, farther up the road, a black darkness in the sky. It goes out in all directions from its focal point, really fast like, blackening the skies completely, and as its spreading twisters fall from it. Black huge spinning twisters. We start running back to the house, it was made of stone, a solid construction, thick walls to insulate from the heat. It might hold, though I see other houses being splintered, cars flying, the twister nearest us is following the road -as if on purpose, it demolishes it, pieces of asphalt flying everywhere.
We´re not gonna make it.
Suddenly, in one of them dream transistions, we´re back at the house and the storm is gone. It´s a sunny day. There is a visitor, we eat with the people we rent the rooms from, an elderly couple, but we don´t speak their language and can´t understand what they´re saying. Later me and my father go into a different part of the house, there are 8 stone bathtubs, big ones, each made of a different kind of stone. Apparently for a purpose, some of the stones glow eerily, I feel uneasy here yet I cannot explain it, as if it was a setup for a sinister purpose.
Back in the house the visitor shows me an official document showing his legal status, I remember reading it but not understanding it. We get along and chat for an hour or so, and then he pulls out already lit dynamite cubes. He smiles and throws one near me, I panic and run, down the stairs(we´re on third floor), and out on the street. The fuse was very short, there is one more waiting for me on the street, I run further up the road but there are two more waiting for me there. I feel like running through syrup. They explode but do not generate an explosion, instead they make these kinds of italian gardens, you know, low hedges cut in patterns, they fill the street, then shrink to 1/20 of their original size. I pick them up and carry them back like a scale model.
The visitor again shows me the legal document, he explains that it means that he cannot harm anyone, much unlike me -who is filled with distrust.
the end
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We´re not gonna make it.
Suddenly, in one of them dream transistions, we´re back at the house and the storm is gone. It´s a sunny day. There is a visitor, we eat with the people we rent the rooms from, an elderly couple, but we don´t speak their language and can´t understand what they´re saying. Later me and my father go into a different part of the house, there are 8 stone bathtubs, big ones, each made of a different kind of stone. Apparently for a purpose, some of the stones glow eerily, I feel uneasy here yet I cannot explain it, as if it was a setup for a sinister purpose.
Back in the house the visitor shows me an official document showing his legal status, I remember reading it but not understanding it. We get along and chat for an hour or so, and then he pulls out already lit dynamite cubes. He smiles and throws one near me, I panic and run, down the stairs(we´re on third floor), and out on the street. The fuse was very short, there is one more waiting for me on the street, I run further up the road but there are two more waiting for me there. I feel like running through syrup. They explode but do not generate an explosion, instead they make these kinds of italian gardens, you know, low hedges cut in patterns, they fill the street, then shrink to 1/20 of their original size. I pick them up and carry them back like a scale model.
The visitor again shows me the legal document, he explains that it means that he cannot harm anyone, much unlike me -who is filled with distrust.
the end
b
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