The Dreamer awoke to a wet sensation on his cheek.
There it was again... something licking him. He tried to open his eyes but they were heavy, stubborn. He stirred, moving one hand up to feel his cheek, the wet spot there. After several moments of trying, he was able to force his eyes open and he saw the small dog sitting on his lap, tail wagging.
"Max?" he asked, voice low and hoarse. It was barely a whisper, really. The Dreamer blinked a few times, making sure he wasn't seeing things, but the puppy remained. Unable to help himself, a smile began to form, curving the corners of his lips as he appraised the cheery little mutt. Unsure of what had happened, why the Creature was gone and Max had taken its place, he chose not to question it. Gift horse, mouth and all that.
"Good boy," he commented with a big, goofy grin on his face. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up to Max, with a distinct lack of beasts chewing on his extremities. There was something about the dog, something he couldn't put his finger on, but Max was the only ally or friend he'd known since coming to the Dreamscape.
After a few minutes of greeting and playing with Max, the Dreamer attempted to force himself to his feet. Failing miserably, he fell back to the ground with a decisive thump, and a throbbing pain on his hind end.
Sighing, the Dreamer reached up and grabbed one of the lower branches of the tree, pulling himself to his feet. He was wobbly and hesitant at first, much like a newborn deer learning to walk.
How long had he been out? Minutes? Hours? Days?
There was no way to tell. In the end, it didn't matter. The time was lost, but he was alive, as was the only friend he had in that twisted hellscape.
After quite a few attempts, that only made him feel miserable after failing time and time again, the Dreamer finally managed to take a step without collapsing. It was progress. Slow, but he'd gained momentum. It was enough to push himself to keep going.
Max had run off into the forest, playing. He barked and chased some of the smaller creatures that called the place home. The Dreamer rolled his eyes and let out a sharp whistle.
"Come on, Max!" he called.
The puppy skidded to a halt, one ear perked up as his name was called. Max's tongue lolled out the side of his maw as he took off in the Dreamer's general direction. The pup tripped over a dead branch, causing him to roll, but it didn't stop him! Clambering back onto his feet, he ran to meet his friend.
The Dreamer made his way to the edge of the forest and slowly climbed a small hill to get a better vantage point of the open expanse beyond. Upon reaching his friend, Max circled his legs a few times, the excitement barely contained within the small dog, before he slowed to a stop just beside the Dreamer's right leg. Max peered out over the wilds with the ever growing curiosity of a puppy.
Looking down to Max, the Dreamer smiled at the pup's excitement. It was refreshing.
"Well, Max," he started, returning his attention to the open plains in front of him.
"We have a long ways to go," the Dreamer explained, garnering a happy bark from the puppy at his side.
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The Dreamer and his companion walked for what seemed like forever over the plains just outside the nightmarish forest. There was nothing but grass for miles around, which bothered him. There was no cover, nowhere to go if things went sideways and they needed a place to hide. There was something unsettling but also humbling about being so vulnerable, at the mercy of the world around him. But, of course, Max was running around, playing, in the tall grass. The energy of the puppy seemed endless, which honestly helped alleviate the ball of stress building up in the Dreamer's gut. It improved his outlook, to see that someone could find enjoyment in his prison.
After walking and walking and walking for what felt like an eternity, the Dreamer finally came to a stop. Exhausted he looked up at the moon and said,
"I'm sorry, but we have to keep going. This area is too open. No time to stop and rest. It's too dangerous." The apology was the only thing that preceded a hard yank on the rope tied around the rock in the sky, a sharp tug that drew it near. The Dreamer pulled again, reeling in the Moon and pulling it down to the Earth. The closer it got, the smaller it seemed. After a few moments of struggling, there it was, floating beside them.
The Dreamer took Max in his arms and proceeded to climb on top of the Moon, taking a seat and holding the puppy in his lap. The gentle glow of their seat dulled, as if the Moon didn't approve of being used as a night light
and transportation. Frowning as he took in the rock's reaction, the Dreamer sighed.
"It can't be helped, you have to pitch in too. We're a team," he explained. Not a very good team, given that one of their members tried to
run float away every chance it got. But, it was a team, nonetheless.
The Moon was strange. It was different from the one outside the Dreamscape. Perhaps it wasn't a Moon at all, but some kind of sentient rock creature? A question that would go unanswered, but one that the Dreamer pondered regardless. The large rock was cracked and jagged, missing a large chunk, which seemed to have been replaced by a flaming rose. Was that what made it sentient?
On top of that, there were small trees sprouting out of the top. It wasn't like any moon he'd ever seen, but, he'd never seen Earth's moon up close. So, maybe? No, that wasn't what it looked like, he decided. It was difficult to remember things from the waking world, after having been trapped in the Dreamscape for so long.
The Dreamer kept a hold on the
reigns rope, and the Moon carried them out over the plains. They traveled silently for a while. The only sounds breaking the silence came from the wind and Max chewing on something or other- mostly the Dreamer's hand as he pet the puppy. Though they were in a nightmarish hellscape, the moment was nice. Pleasant, even. It was nice to have a moment to relax.
After a good while, the Dreamer spotted something in the distance on the horizon. Some kind of light. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand then stared intently at the source of the light, though he couldn't for long. The Dreamer blinked several times, to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but it remained. The Sun, or a sun at least, was rising over the horizon.
Eyes wide, the Dreamer shook Max awake. The pup had started to doze off after a few hours of floating over the plains. The Dreamer pointed frantically at the light in the distance.
"The Sun! It's the Sun!" he exclaimed, a smile brightening his worn features- even reaching his eyes and the bags under them.
"You see it?" he asked the pup, looking down. Max barked and wagged his tail wildly, excited!
"Let us down! Let us down!" the Dreamer instructed the Moon. If a Moon could smirk, it would have as it rolled over and dumped them a good fifteen feet to the ground below. Luckily, the grass broke the Dreamer's fall, and he broke Max's. The fall didn't faze him, which was clear as he jumped up, set Max down and ran off toward the rising Sun with the puppy following close behind.
The Dreamer, in the daze of his excitement, barely noticed that the star didn't glow yellow like Earth's Sun, but instead glowed orange. It didn't matter. He wasn't on Earth, so there were bound to be differences. But, the glow, the color brought up old memories. Memories of a song, rather than a time or place. Turning on his heel, he snatched Max out of the grass and held him at arm's length, smiling. The puppy squirmed and licked his hand, as he started to hum a familiar tune.
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"I was walking along, minding my business, when out of an Orange Colored Sky," he started, singing to Max as he moved closer to the Sun with a certain rythm to his step.
"Flash! Bam! Alakazam! Wonderful you came by," he sang, his voice still ragged from his shouting match with the
Creature. His voice was decent, but not on par with most of the supernaturals out there. Was he a supernatural being, himself? A question for a later date.
"I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine," the Dreamer continued, swaying to the tune in his head. Max gnawed at his hand in an attempt to free himself from the man's hold, but to no avail. He was lost in his song, his dance, the joy that the light brought. The Darkness was dangerous in the Dreamscape. Light was his friend. A friend that had long since abandoned him.
"When out of that Orange Colored View..." he added, swinging the puppy around.
"Flash! Bam! Alakazam! I got a look at you," he explained, the last note dragging out as it should.
The motion was familiar. The swinging, the dancing, the movements- it was all so familiar. The Dreamer blinked a few times, squeezing his eyes shut as short, fragmented visions enveloped his sight, his senses. He smelled her before he saw her, the sweet scent of lavender permeating the dance floor as Mr. Cole performed on stage at one of the many live venues they'd attended. So long ago, long before he'd been launched into the Dreamscape, for some reason or another. She wore a beautiful, red dress that fit her form perfectly, accentuating all of her best features- her smile being the one he considered the most precious. Long blonde hair flew wildly about the room as they danced. As she leaned into him, that smile lit up her delicate features. But she was gone as quickly as she'd come, the memory fading. It was lost in a the haze of the Dreamscape, along with the rest of his past life.
"One look and I yelled Timber," he sang, spinning around and falling backwards. The Dreamer landed on his back with a thud, and Max scrambled out of his hands onto the ground. The dog bounced around in the tall grass, tail wagging furiously. The Dreamer jumped to his feet in one swift motion, like they did in those old Kung Fu movies.
"Watch out for flying glass!" he warned, chasing the puppy in circles, Max thinking it a game.
"'Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out, I went into a spin and I started to shout," he sang, matching the pace of the tune as he spun around laughing.
"I've been hit! This is it! This is it, I-T, it!" the Dreamer exclaimed with all the dramatic inflection the line deserved.
"I was walking along, minding my business," the Dreamer continued, moving ever closer to the rising Sun off in the distance. There was a certain confidence in his gait, in the way he moved and the way he sang. The dead look to his eyes had faded, making way for naive, hopeful eyes to take their place.
"When love came and hit me in the eye!" he added with a flourish, looking back to Max with a smile, thoughts of the beautiful blonde flashing through his mind once more.
"Flash! Bam! Alakazam! Out of an Orange Colored Sky!" he finished, looking up to the beautiful sky above. The Sun had risen rather quickly and was now just above them. Smiling at the Sun, he noticed something odd- what appeared to be some kind of line. No, not a line. A crack. A crack in the sky.
The Dreamer's eyes widened as the crack spread, breaking the illusion that was the Sun. The record scratched, but the tune kept playing in his mind, albeit at a different pace. The voice turned sinister, demonic even, as the Dreamer snatched up the puppy and booked it across the open plains.
"One look and I yelled TIMBER! Watch out for flying glass!" the sinister voice warned as the first piece of the sky fell, crashing to the ground. Max yelped at the initial impact, and the Dreamer broke into a full on sprint.
"'Cause the ceiling fell in," it continued, more pieces of the sky falling.
"The bottom fell out," it warned as a large crack split the ground between the Dreamer's leg, causing him to yelp as Max had a moment before. He glanced to each side quickly, taking in his options before jumping to the right of the schism. Stumbling, he quickly regained his balance and continued his frantic advance across the plains with Max held safely in his arms. Max had protected him in the forest, and it was time to return the favor.
"I went into a spin and I started to shout," the voice continued as a piece of the sky fell, the Dreamer barely spinning out of the way as it shattered on the ground. Splinters went flying in all directions, some sinking into his skin and forcing a shout of pain out of the man.
"This is it! This is it, I-T, it!" he provided, commenting on the situation. The world was crumbling.
As the sky shattered, the night sky revealed itself. The illusion of the sunny day had clearly been a cruel trick all along- just a figment of his imagination or, more likely, that of another's.
"I was walking along, minding my business, when love came and hit me in the eye" the voice continued.
"Running," he corrected, irritation clear in his tone, as he ran through the shifting plains. The Dreamer moved as quickly as he could, eyes flitting about the open landscape, hoping to find something, anything, that could provide shelter. Just a tiny bit of security as the world -presumably- came to an end. That's all he wanted.
"Flash!" A pinpoint bolt of lightning struck the ground just in front of the Dreamer, causing him to veer out of the way to go around it. If it was trying to stop his advance, then he was likely going the right way. At least that was his logic.
"Bam!" Another bolt struck the ground, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
"Alakazam!" And then another, this one barely missing and close enough to leave the smell of burnt hair permeating the air behind him as he ran.
"Out of an Orange Colored, Purple Striped, Fruity Green Polka Dot Sky!" The voice continued, lying of course. Such whimsical and bright colors were nowhere to be seen, but a storm was brewing above, spurring the Dreamer to move faster. He pushed himself as hard as he could. There had to be something, somewhere he could go.
"Flash! Bam! Alakazam!" Lightning struck the ground several more times around him, causing Max to yelp each time. The poor puppy was trembling with fear, and the Dreamer felt a wet spot forming where Max was held against his chest.
As the situation escalated, Max's heart beat quickened. The faster his heartbeat, the less corporeal he became. The puppy was fading. Looking down at Max, the Dreamer pleaded,
"No, Max! Don't go! Not yet!" But it was too late. The small dog faded into nothingness, the weight of the puppy disappearing with him, though the wet spot remained.
"And goodbye!" The voice added, though it seemed more like a 'good riddance' or maybe a sarcastic 'good luck'.
As the song ended, the Dreamer ran harder than he had ever run before. Barely catching himself in time, he skidded to a halt at the edge of a huge drop-off. In front of him was a massive hole caused by the earthquake, so large he could barely spot the other side of the chasm. At the bottom, several thousand feet below, was an ocean of water. Dark water, the depths of which could not be perceived.
"Shit," he complained, standing on the edge of the world as he considered each and every option that came to mind.
Looking up to the Moon, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
"This is the last favor," he promised the Moon as he took several large steps back, preparing to take a running start. Gripping the rope tight, with the String trailing behind him, the Dreamer opened his eyes and ran wildly toward the edge. He launched himself into the air just as the ground behind him collapsed, falling into the ocean below. He soared through the air, hoping against hope that his plan would work...