Chapter II- "Her Future"
This dream starts with a view from above, as if our young protagonists was flying up in the blue sky and descended slowly to the skirts of the place. The setting: a huge city which may have been seen common at a first glance, but its peculiarity lies in that it works as a clock. The platonic plates were indeed attached to a mechanism which made the whole city moved as if it were the insides of a clock. The center moved in response to the other parts, and so forth. Bridges were cut while others were built in an instant of precision. The habitants used to the movement, didn’t seem to matter if the city moved with them because it never broke the usual pattern. Every part would only move in circles and there is not much to say about it, a very predictable life style could be planned around it.
The weather on that day couldn’t be more perfect, of course this perfection will depend on the mood. The mood of course depends on the protagonist and what he or she is about to experience. Going in order, then what the protagonist is going to experience it may or may not help him or her evolve and it is always involves some type of journey. Indeed, majority of times it is called “A Hero’s Journey” and whatnot, it might or not involve some other characters who also have some sort of background and who aid the main character resolve a main issue. Shall I point out the issue and go from there…?
As of right now, there is none and it is not a “Hero’s Journey” sorry to disappoint, but it is some type of self discovery type of journey. Will I throw up some characters? Yes, I will but they will not evolve. Don’t expect much this is a dream after all and I am just the narrator. What is our protagonist going to do and experience? First of all, it is a she and after she descends to this city which is the setting already described, well… she will do nothing. The mood is unimportant since the protagonist doesn’t feel anything right now, and going back to the whole perfect weather to match the perfect mood…
It is sunny, clear skies, some lovely clouds that look like cotton candy, a nice breeze that whispers in the ear a nice melody of hope. It is a dream and the unconsciousness of the dreamer has set it this way. Don’t tell me you expected no weather? You were actually right, what kind of weather could exist in a dream if we don’t actually feel it? It doesn’t exist in reality but it does exist in your perception. The temperature your body experiences outside might be freezing cold and piercing you to the bones, but in the dream it could all change and the only sense you “have” is a fake vision.
In summary: there is no problem to be solve, not a “Hero’s Journey”, no mood, already mentioned the setting, characters are not yet mentioned, and the protagonist is a young female who seems to be floating in a very natural spring weather. This last part sounds a little sarcastic, I shall leave it as it is for the reader needs to read between the lines and decide what the narrator tries to convey. While you either decide to continue reading or think a little bit more, the narrator proceeds to describe the non heroic protagonist.
In that beautiful sky colored in hues of blue and other cold colors with a slight tint of warm orange rays coming from the sun, the young woman whose skin shines a delicate pigmentation of tanned color is indeed floating. Her dark colored burgundy eyes open to the sight of that peculiar city underneath her naked feet. Her red colored hair glows in response to the light coming from the sun behind her, the wind blows and moves it in different directions and makes it look as if flames covered half of her body. The light dress whose texture might have been silk; moved as if it were to dissolve at any moment. The clothing dyed in different tones of peach colors matched to its owner who didn’t seem to have a precise facial expression. Her monotone voice whispered to the only listener in the skies “Time to go down” fallowing her command her body fell in the following pattern: gravity pulling her forward and down making her body drop as a corpse for an instant, then her body rejecting such force pulled her up as if wings contradict the force from the massive objective, then her feet as if give Mercury’s wings jumped backwards and then forwards. These cycle repeated twice until she flipped backwards after jumping forward and then she kept jumping down as if walking on invisible stairs with the grace of a child jumping on puddles after the rain.
In comparison to the atmosphere, the cemented soil in which she stood was bitter to the point of given her an aching sensation. Her stoic face changed to complete dissatisfaction and her disapproval could be read even from her picturesque pink lips. After looking around this new environment from far away and now close, the young woman who shall be our nameless “heroine” walked slowly to a bench around 15 steps away from her. It felt as needles pinched her feet with each step, but slowly decreasing in significance and magnitude. Pretending to have the dignity of royalty and with a bourgeoisie attitude born from nowhere; the young woman sat with her back completely straight while looking forward as if waiting patiently for someone. That someone appeared with a wicked smile and his grin could not mean anything fortunate.
The stranger asked her “My Lady, are you perhaps waiting for the next train?”
