Jason KausAug 23, 2018

The car hit me at speeds far too close to relativistic then ought to be possible. I was knocked off the road, a solid chunk of me atomized.

If I were awake I'd be dead, but here, the edges of my wound glowed gold.

I stumbled to look at the road sign. But it had no message for me. As far as it was concerned I had reached my destination.

#microfiction #dreams #fantasy #horror

Show threadJason Kaus
The dreambleed should have stopped by now, the whole arm should’ve been reconstituted weeks ago. The roadside has gone from desert to tundra and now to greenery. Part of me wants to veer from the road, off into the woods. In the moments between wake and sleep I find hints of what would await me there. considering I have no real means of continuing down the road, I take a sharp left turn into the wild. Thistles and thorns draw dream bleed from all around my body.
Dec 1, 2018 at 1:57amWeb
Show threadJason KausDec 1, 2018

what happens when my entire oneiric body is dissipated? I am afraid to test it. there are plenty of days I don't want to get out of bed but i still want to wake up.

Dreams are not supposed to be like this.

The continuity is uncanny. The logic: alien but consistent.