In the dream the focus point was on one boy and three of his friends, all four of them were not me, but I took the perspective of two of the four. They walked alongside an old disused harbour where the only ships going on by were a few small powerboats, and one exceptionally large coastal patrol vessel which the captain was doing joyrides through the river in. As the kids are going on by, one of the four pushes in the other two into the river. One of them falls deeper into the river than the other, and both immediately begin struggling hard against the current. When the other makes it to the surface and doesn't see their friend, they go back down for their friend and manage to reach out and grab their hand.
The other friend had been swimming the wrong way, losing track of which way was up, and with new direction and a little more power from their friend, they were able to kick their way up against the river's lower current. The perspective changed at this point to only focus on one of the boys, as the other friend was shouting to just keep kicking as the two held hands fiercely and swam to the river bank - so close, yet kept so far by the current.
Eventually they make it onto the riverbank, at which point the hero kid goes looking for the "friend" who pushed them, but he runs away. The last friend meanwhile begins crying and she starts saying she should've dived in or thought of some other way to help, to which the POV character pushes themselves off the muddy riverbank and replies;
'Don't say that, it makes it sound like I'm dead, but I'm still here.' She remained to watch the sunset until the hero friend came back with some police and they all went home, but the POV character was left alone.
Puzzled, the POV character was startled into action with the appearance of some ghostly apparitions. They were elongated, like a person had been stretched out, and they caught the moonlight as it shone through them. At the end of each long arm, ending in sleeves which entirely covered their hands (it was hard to tell if they had hands at all), two long chains dangled from their ends.
Seeing such a startling sight they ran away as fast as they could, the apparitions clearly trying to corner & apprehend him, like a beast being hunted. Yet the kid knew the area as a local only could and so could always just barely keep one step ahead. Crashing into one of the apparitions, it swung its chains at him, missing barely. The chains wrapped around a street lamp in the narrow alleyway, realising it was stuck, the kid ran up to the angelic apparition and stole a sword from its scabbard, shanking the thing.
The angel went poof, leaving behind the chains, which the kid used to swing from building to building, closely pursued by the rest of the hunting pack. The kid was not as good nor as fast at climbing as the lanky angels, and they would steadily gain ground on him. At one moment an angel managed to wrap its chain around the kid's right chain, but the kid just let go of it and let the angel fall. It hit the ground but seem unfazed, climbing back up immediately.
This war of attrition continue with the kid losing his sword and his last chain, but as he jumped from building to building he began to grow more aware that this was extraordinary feats of athletics from someone who just nearly drowned, and he wasn't even the slightest bit tired even after he was exhausted from the river. He thought this as he scaled down the side of an apartment building, confirming his thoughts completely.
Morning had broken by the time he reached the shopping complex. There the angels blended into the crowd of humans, and the kid set about looking for anything to use to defend himself. One angel grabbed the kid but got stabbed for his troubles, but the arrival of four more sealed off every route of escape - except jumping over a balcony. The kid reckons they can jump off the balcony and grab onto the side of one of the railings and hopefully not fall to their death, but one of the angels successfully grabs him. He uses a can of deodorant and a lighter to persuade the angel to drop him.
At this point the kid falls four storeys onto the ground but is shocked to be completely all right, despite every survival instinct kicking in to try and find a way out. Along the way down the kid notices two demons hiding in the crowd, but the demons don't intervene to help or hinder him, they just observe. The kid steals a watergun and runs into a little organic bakery, filling the watergun with organic oil whilst barricading the front door.
Outside the bakery an angel and demon are talking about the kid learning that gravity didn't hurt anymore, and the angel is accusing the demon of telling the kid that, while the demon said it considered telling the kid - but the kid discovered on his own. The angel continued by saying that one of them had to take the kid, to which the demon said the shadow parliament obliges.
Cut to the kid flammenwerfing the demon with the organic oil thrower, but the demon is almost completely unaffected by the fire, and begins strangling the kid. The kid stabs the demon in its left eye, to which the demon laughs and says it still has its first & third eye (it opens its third eye at this point). From there, the perspective changes to a second demon. She tells the first demon that it's eye for an eye and pulls out a stiletto dagger, taking the winded-kid and placing him against a mirror, which she called a glass. Yet rather than stabbing the kid's eye out, she stabbed the demon's third eye, making it inconsolably pissed off.
The two ran away through the store's back door whilst a small host of angels and demons kicked through the barricade, much to the alarm of the shoppers.
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Topic: The Dream Thread (Read 504169 times)