Monday, 11 June 2012

Outlaw adventures

In that dream I was with my sister. We had developed this kind of super-powers and in the process of learning how to control them we found ourselves with two corpses. We tucked them nicely in a couple of totes and left them at some corner until we could figure out what to do with them. Among our other powers we could prevent the passage of time so I felt sure that the carcasses would neither deteriorate nor smell. The house were we left them was at the outskirts of a small town, at the top of a hill. I remember the landscape and the wooden porch on which we stood. There were a lot of mountains surrounding a small valley.

Something must have come up and we had to go. We passed by our mother's house and then she left on vacation, leaving us there in her house. We decided to go back to our place but we couldn't because the machines had risen against us.  Wherever we went the electrical devices and technological achievements would change their shapes so as to look as if they were staring at us angrily. We could not use the ATMs, or the toaster and when we tried to go underground the pipes changed their formation and looked back
at us with hate.

We were starting to get rather disappointed when we remembered of a creature we had met that despised money and technology. Maybe it could be an example for us so as to learn how to travel with this sort of limited resources. I looked at it telepathically. It resembled an amoeba and it changed its colour from red to blue and then yellow. It also looked like a big round bottle with a beak. It was a very funny-looking creature. It moved around and communicated like a peasant in an old disney cartoon. It was on a dry, edgy mountain side and it had got a couple of wheels with which it turned itself into a scooter and got moving down a stiff path.

I wondered if, now, that  we had been missing for so long, the corpses would start to decay and smell. Perhaps it would be for the best not to go back and go on living as outlaws.

The alarm went off, bringing my back to my warm little room, terribly thirsty and begging for five more minutes of sleep.  

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