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dreamcrystals2022-03-01 09:46 pm
hashtagwoof) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-03-01 09:46 pm
Entry tags:
#seeingspots
Sender: Hunter de Vil
To: EVERYBODY.
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
It was a beautiful day in Camden Town, and Hunter was enjoying his free time in a cafe.
Really, it had been literal months since he had a chance to go out on the town without having to worry about unexpected calls or being stuck in the dark with no one to talk to. No one to yell at him, but plenty of people willing to work with him. He even got around to finally fixing that disaster he called his hair and groom it back to his old 'do. Who cares what they did with everything they cut off? All that matters to Hunter now is the comforting chatter in the background, the orange soda he's sipping on, and the polite waiter bringing him his…
Hang on, why is he being served dry cereal with marshmallows in a dog bowl?
Hunter grimaced at the thing in front of him. "Hey!" He snaps at the waiter, "This isn't what I ordered!"
"Sure it is," said the bewildered waiter. At this point, Hunter noticed the man's uniform was made entirely of dalmatian print fabrics (Those were prints. Not fur. He could tell.) The same pattern seemed to have invaded the shop while he wasn't paying attention, dotting the walls, filling the framed pictures, covering every last table and staff member…
Hunter mumbled an excuse as he abandoned his meal and slid off his stool. Was this some themed restaurant, or did he accidentally wander into a pop-up cafe? Only way to check was to go outside and check for signage, but the minute he stepped foot outside he nearly run over by some old car swerving down the road at ludicrous speeds.
A yelp escaped his lips as he stumbled back into the door. No, he couldn't tell what the model was, only that it resembled something from the 50's and was covered in dalmatian spots just like every car on the street.
WHAT?! Hunter rubbed at his eyes, but no. The spots were everywhere. Cars. Lorries. Busses. Streets. BUILDINGS. Every person and creature passing by on the street was wearing dalmatian print everything. Even people's pets and wild animals had the same pattern!
Hunter was absolutely gobsmacked by his surroundings. "Huh…? What the devil is going on?!" The invisible camera zooms out to reveal the entire city of London was now completely covered in dalmatian spots.
Cut back to Hunter as his shock quickly swerved into frustration. “. . . Great! Great. Dinner is totally ruined, thanks a lot universe.”
"Dinner?" "Dinner!" "DINNER!!" A rumbling beneath his feet heralded their approach. They came spilling in from every street. Dozens. Hundreds. There were so many excited dalmatian puppies they almost looked like a huge blob of yipping faces and fur. Hunter had only seconds to react before he was swept up by the swarm…
And then he woke up.
To: EVERYBODY.
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
It was a beautiful day in Camden Town, and Hunter was enjoying his free time in a cafe.
Really, it had been literal months since he had a chance to go out on the town without having to worry about unexpected calls or being stuck in the dark with no one to talk to. No one to yell at him, but plenty of people willing to work with him. He even got around to finally fixing that disaster he called his hair and groom it back to his old 'do. Who cares what they did with everything they cut off? All that matters to Hunter now is the comforting chatter in the background, the orange soda he's sipping on, and the polite waiter bringing him his…
Hang on, why is he being served dry cereal with marshmallows in a dog bowl?
Hunter grimaced at the thing in front of him. "Hey!" He snaps at the waiter, "This isn't what I ordered!"
"Sure it is," said the bewildered waiter. At this point, Hunter noticed the man's uniform was made entirely of dalmatian print fabrics (Those were prints. Not fur. He could tell.) The same pattern seemed to have invaded the shop while he wasn't paying attention, dotting the walls, filling the framed pictures, covering every last table and staff member…
Hunter mumbled an excuse as he abandoned his meal and slid off his stool. Was this some themed restaurant, or did he accidentally wander into a pop-up cafe? Only way to check was to go outside and check for signage, but the minute he stepped foot outside he nearly run over by some old car swerving down the road at ludicrous speeds.
A yelp escaped his lips as he stumbled back into the door. No, he couldn't tell what the model was, only that it resembled something from the 50's and was covered in dalmatian spots just like every car on the street.
WHAT?! Hunter rubbed at his eyes, but no. The spots were everywhere. Cars. Lorries. Busses. Streets. BUILDINGS. Every person and creature passing by on the street was wearing dalmatian print everything. Even people's pets and wild animals had the same pattern!
Hunter was absolutely gobsmacked by his surroundings. "Huh…? What the devil is going on?!" The invisible camera zooms out to reveal the entire city of London was now completely covered in dalmatian spots.
Cut back to Hunter as his shock quickly swerved into frustration. “. . . Great! Great. Dinner is totally ruined, thanks a lot universe.”
"Dinner?" "Dinner!" "DINNER!!" A rumbling beneath his feet heralded their approach. They came spilling in from every street. Dozens. Hundreds. There were so many excited dalmatian puppies they almost looked like a huge blob of yipping faces and fur. Hunter had only seconds to react before he was swept up by the swarm…
And then he woke up.