World Shells

F‧: Hey, something DID come to me in a dream
It had nothing to do with knives, but it's fascinating.
It had to do with world-shells.

E‧: Go on..

F‧: Or rather... bubbles
In each other

E‧: I see..

F‧: There was this chaotic, hostile world with warlords
With powers that shouldn't exist, and 'normal' people didn't have them.
Somehow there was fear hovering around in sort of immaterial large clouds, or planes, and you just happened to 'enter' it sometimes
And you were always hunted.

E‧: What.. me individually?
Or others in general.

F‧: That is, I was. Because I dreamed it and I was the main character of that dream
I was always hunted, but had there been other 'normal' people, they'd have been hunted too.

E‧: Interesting.

F‧: The most interesting thing is that this world contained another world.
Like a big tropical birdhouse with a forest in it, it was a replica of the original, 'good' world outside of the feary, feral one.
I happened to stumble across this place with a companion and discovered that it was safe for some reason.
But it was also fenced in, it was smaller, and surrounded by the wrong world, and artificial, but it reminded us of what should be. So I took this companion and left the safe space
to travel to the end of the 'wrong' world and leave it, and get to the larger, original, natural good world that was supposed to be all around the wrong one

E‧: Fascinating..

F‧: We even made it.
Almost.

E‧: Heh.

F‧: I'll tell you the rest later.
It's interesting, you'll like it.

E‧ nods.
You have the most imaginitive mind..
E‧: How old are you..?

F‧: About 110.

E‧: .. Seriously now.
E‧ smirks

F‧: Why do you think I'm so fascinated with WW I ?

E‧: Seriously, seriously

F‧: Why do you repeat yourself?

E‧: Exaggeration.

F‧: Good show
I like the expression. 'Good show.'
I learned it from The Charioteer.

E‧: ..
Hm.
Can you answer my question?

F‧: What question?

E‧: How OLD are you?

F‧: 25 years.

E‧: Your imagination is.. extraordinary.

F‧: Thank you. I wish I could use it better.
Will you be there in a few hours?

E‧: Possibly.

F‧: I hope so, because I want to tell you the rest, it has details.
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F: E, do you remember what I told you so far?

E: Yes, of course.

F: My companion and I managed to get to the edge of the world, and for some reason we were a freshly married couple when we came there, and at the edge (It was a wall/shell/whatever) was a honeymoon motel.
We were in a disgusting pink room.
The back wall was the wall of the entire world, we knew that we had to get behind it.
In one corner of the room was a door frame with a screen of black.
I stuck my head through and saw Jeremy Irons or whoever on the other side. It was all white there and he was sitting at an easel.
When I looked through Winona Ryder with a red barocky dress came towards me, and I turned back to the motel room.
She walked out of the black and vanished somehow.
My companion and I couldn't go through the door yet for some reason, we had to figure something out first, but I don't know what exactly.
We went to bed and erm

E: ...

F: We tried to have sex

E: And you couldn't?

F: My companion was a redhaired boy, by the way. And very cute. We both couldn't.

E: Heh, interesting

F: There was something going on in the room that distracted us, and the black doorway of course..
I could feel him.

E: Who?

F: Well, that was it. I could describe how things looked, but that's irrelevant.
The redhead.
I mean, it wasn't just pictures, I could feel his body. That's what I meant
I'd like to go back to the wrong world and see if I can deal with it.