Excerpt #7 from “The Story of the Dodecahedron” – Chapter 6 “The three dreams”
These “dreams” have a huge role in the outcome of the Third Part. Could these dreams be somehow related?
Something’s missing, though…
There was no sign of Theart, so he tried to ignore the noisy crowd and read the short paragraph describing the first project in the bulletin board.
“I was walking through a forest where there seemed to be no life. Everything seemed inhabited. I heard sounds of someone shouting something incomprehensible in the distance and I started to run, without knowing if I was scared or happy, or eager to search for the voice or what. I suddenly come out of the forest and appear in a red meadow. When in the meadow I find a strange flower, dancing, telling me that I had to return to the forest, that someone was expecting her in there, but then I see no way out the red meadows and not even a sign of an existing forest, but then I hear a terrifying shout and wake up.”
Jorge was frowning at the whole text. It seemed so strange to imagine someone else’s dream without having the proper ‘memories of life’ about it. Wondering, he read the second project next to the first.
“I was alone, and everything was quiet. Never ever in my life had I felt as lonely as in that time. I couldn’t move. I felt heavy and everything I could see where blurry and still stripes of different colors. But then I hear something, I hear some unknown footsteps echoing in my multiple ears. I called for help. I called for that someone to spend some time with me, but as the sound of the footsteps quickly fades away my will to die grows stronger and then, I wake up.”
Jorge frowned again. He wondered in what category of dreams those memories would belong to, something felt weird about that second project… In wonders, he began to read the third.
“I was playing with my collection of dolls in the lonely corner of my room. The house seemed empty though I didn’t know if I was actually in my house… everything seemed painted in crimson, even the light coming from a round and still window painted my dolls in red. So I grabbed some paint I found behind me and start coloring my dolls back to their normal colors, but there were a group that would remain red, the paint wouldn’t have an effect on them. When turning, I realize one of the dolls have banished and reappeared in the red group. Mad and confused, I turn at the other group and I shout when I see them all back colored in red and my bottles of paint gone. I was woken by my parents.”
Jorge gasped. He thought a dream like that would actually be really maddening. He stared at the papers for a moment, remembering their stories… Something felt weird about the three of them.
I don’t know how they are carrying them out but… I don’t see anything wrong with them…