Sweet DreamsThere was a time once, in a different place from here, where there was a Dream.More Like This
It was a very weakened Dream.
No dreamer, no place, nothing.
It was very close to death.
It used all its time thinking and thinking.
If a Dream is dreamt, it shall live.
How can this Dream be dreamt? Without a setting, a happening, or anything?
In its last minute, the Dream realized it.
People fabricate something given nothing.
An Alice; someone who is a Dreamer.
A Dreamer; someone who has Dreams.
And anyone can dream.
The red spade was first- A woman of war.
In her first moment in Dewnadlorn, she obtained a sword.
She felt trapped in the land, wanted to be free
So she searched for a way to escape the Dream.
An idea possessed her- it festered infected
The townspeople were unreal,
Parts of the Dream. If the parts were gone,
So the Dream would be.
The First Alice- she went mad.
Cutting down all, she made a red path
She's in the forest now, deep in the center
A cage, and chains, she's imprisoned
Goldfish DaydreamWhat an odd object!More Like This
Kaito had come home from "work", putting his headphones away and raiding the freezer as usual. With his bowl of ice-cream in hand, he sat down at the kitchen table only to see-
Two goldfish in a bowl filled with water. The bottom was lined with pretty gold pebbles, and a fake teal plant in the center. The fish swan 'round the bowl almost methodically.
What a boring existence! He thought, staring at the goldfish. He considered sharing the ice-cream with them. But, hadn't he heard somewhere that dogs were allergic to chocolate? Maybe fish were allergic to ice-cream. How sad!
What would happen if he freed those goldfish? He wondered.
He reached, gently tipping the fishbowl over. Water trickled out and filled the whole room, and the fish fled the bowl. They flitted around the ocean, where golden pebbles lined its floor and blue plants burst out from them. One of the fish swam over to him and nibbled on his ice-cream cone, which he gave to the fish. Reaching beneath t