First off, I want to thank Theraflu for putting me into a drug-induced coma last night, because I’m sure their medicine contains some rufilin.
Never have I had a more lucid dream than last night. This is me trying to explain it.
Setting: Shopping Mall. Year: Unknown, but slightly futuristic in its mechanical walkways and metallic ambiance.
We walked through the overhead passage to get to the mall. There was something hidden deeper, something more evil within these walls than what appears on the outside.
The group was silent. We all had a job to do. All of our eyes were fixated towards the doors, all of us concentrating on what was to come, except for one. His mission was different than ours. He gazed at a map, intricate and archaic. The blueprints were definitely not of the mall, but of something built below it, or within it, he never really explained it in detail. I didn’t know him well, but I knew I could trust him.
You could classify our jobs as mere decoys, but we were more than that. Six of us burst through the doors, because being inconspicuous at this point would be futile. They know our faces, our body shape, our voice, down to the way we clench our fists. The seventh man followed behind, making sure the coast was clear before he disappeared into corridors not walked for decades.
Once we reached the center of the mall, we could see them converging on us. They were only human on the outside. Impostors. The flesh, stolen. The face, foreign to their own. We split up immediately, yet still outnumbered 3 to 1. It didn’t matter, though. He needed time, so we were going to give it to him.
Three men in suits went after me, throwing people out of the way, knocking over trash bins and breaking through glass to keep up. I had stamina, but it felt like my legs were made of lead. I couldn’t push them to go any faster, and before I knew it, two impostors were in arms reach. We ran past a stand selling clothing irons, and right before I was tackled, an iron met him in the face. Stunned, he flew back and I hit him again for good measure before running again. The next man caught up too quickly, and with nothing to hit him with, I jumped from a bench and landed a side kick to his chest. It wouldn’t stop him, but it slowed him down enough for me to find a janitor’s closet. I disappeared before they found out where I went. There was a man hidden in a deeper corridor within the closet, unwilling to share the space for he knew who I was and would be killed for helping me.
Stuck, trapped, defenseless and completely at the will of the seventh man’s success or failure, I waited. Ready to fight or die. It seemed like hours until there was a knock at the door. I didn’t open it. Another knock. The man in the closet told me to leave or else we’ll both be killed. I hesitated, until I heard a familiar voice. Through the cracks in old blinds that covered a window I did not want to peer through, I saw them. The five I started with. We won.
Shit, that was one of the longest dreams I’ve had in a while.