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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Location: San Marcos, United States

Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Unicycling in the Dark

The dream was much longer than the part I remember. After the main action of the dream, something involving the downtown night life of the Dream City, I found myself rolling home on my electric unicycle. The headlight was out, however, so I was trying to stick to the less busy streets and allies of the city. 

It was the weekend before Halloween, and for some reason there were a raft of Trick-or-Treaters under two foot tall running all over the place. Most of them were dressed as ballerinas or angels.

I turned down an alleyway and found a young man grabbing the little costumed kids and goosing them. The kids formed up in bunches and ran past him in a crowd, more or less sacrificing one of their number as the price to pass. As soon as I wheeled into the narrow passage he let his latest victim go. I rolled slowly by him, and he gave me a hateful look. I reached the other side where a little ballerina stood sobbing, she had arrived too late to go with the last group.  I tuned my unicycle around and offered to escort her through.

The evil boy slipped back into the shadows, so I watched the little ballerina, a very elvish little person, much older than her short stature would have indicated, race through the alley to rejoin her group. 

It wasn't until I was on my way that I realized the little Trick-or- Treaters didn't have any bags of candy or masks. As I rode on, headed to my room at The Hillside (restaurant/friend's home), I wondered who or what they actually were.

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