Just a Dae dreamer

‘I kicked the car door open narrowly avoiding drowning and after pulling myself out I confronted the two girls responsible. I didn’t know that they did it but I knew I didn’t need to, they where here and by being here means that they are my enemies, there was no more need for information.

My feet touched the street of greyish bricks. My breathing became shallow as my body was now completely dry. The girls wore ordinarily clothes though did seem to contrast each other, one was wearing mostly all white with maybe a hint of pink while the other who was slightly smaller wore black with a bit of blue.

They both stared at me first for a minute or two but then the smaller one rushed at me. I was bigger than her and I knew my surroundings but she was faster and more skilled. I didn’t question it but it made me angry for some reason.

I don’t even like fighting and as she attacked with kicks and punches it was obvious she’s not able hurt me but she just won’t stop. My mind jumped to the conclusion that this meant I’ll have to make her stop. I grabbed her by the arm and tossed her into the car shutting the door.

The taller one began approached me, she had more of a controlled feel to her than the other. She and I locked hands and started to push, she was trying to overpower me, which was something I will not, no, Can not allow to happen. The street was being bathed in a furious crimson glow, it started softer but now the light was as thick as blood.

I gritted my teeth I pushed her to the ground glaring down at her. She was the one who was fighting me they both were! I didn’t start this but I will end it.

I turned to the car with the other girl still inside, I grabbed it putting both hands on each side of the headlights lifting it easily, I was far too angry to care if it was possible. With it now high in my arms and an indescribable feel of complete strength. I looked down to the taller girl, knowing that with just one impulse and everything will be done with but then i realised something.

This wasn’t me.

Why was I even doing this? What was my reason? It felt right but wrong at the same time, like I was thinking two opposite thoughts simultaneously.  Failing to understand what or why this was happening and felling a little morally sick in the pit of my gut, I set the car down as gently as possible.

The black clothed girl immediately got out and rushed to the other’s arms. The harsh red light turned soft white as both stared at me from ground, the one in white gave me a light hardly noticeable half smile. Then they both sort of shimmered into birds with corresponding colours and flew out of sight.

I sighed heavily, I didn’t want to deal with this or with them anymore, let them do whatever they want, in fact let whatever is going to happen happen.

I just realised I was quite literary too tired to care, even though it feels like I spent no energy what so ever. I leaned on the car as the world grew darker around me and muttered to myself “guess it’s time to wake up”

I awoke fairly smoothly. I didn’t want to move or even open my eyes yet, I just wanted to simply exist right now if that makes sense. I paid no attention that I was in fact on a mattress that was way too short for me meaning I was on a bed but not my bed.

I didn’t want to contemplate my dream like I would usually do nor did I want to worry why my butt was currently bare and my underwear and trousers were just beneath it. I will do later when I choose to but not right now.

Instead I just did what I enjoy doing and that was to think. I'm not a smart person, I’ve been told I'm sharp but I know I'm not smart and I have poor GCSEs to prove it. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been interested by creatures of any kind, not in the same sense a vet or an animal carer might be. More rather I was fascinated by the mechanics of them, what they do and how they do it, especially if I found it cool or had a unique name.

I remember looking into mythology as a kid with no prompting from teachers or parents simply because I found it fascinating. Greek, Egyptian, Norse, European, etc... Their creatures, their gods and their heroes it was all so interesting to think about and to draw.

But I'm getting side tracked again, which happens very easily by the way. Lets process some information of what I can remember of what by my perception transpired. ‘Walked from bus stop to home and ended up in an unknown forest.

‘Wait, how? Do I really have that bad of sense of direction? Even if I did, it’s doubtful that I would end up there without any idea how. Ok then so what’s another theory? I could’ve been drugged, that would explain the nausea and the memory gap but if I was then it is also doubtful that I would’ve been left in a forest. Unless it wasn't on purpose, maybe something happened? Maybe I ran while drugged up? But then that begs the question, why me?’

I had no answer. I really am nothing special; there is no reason why anyone would want me specifically. ‘Maybe that’s it, maybe they didn’t want me specifically they just wanted someone and I just happened to be there?’

I couldn’t deny that it made sense but there was one other theory ‘Though it might just be a case of paper beats rock also known as things just happen for no apparent reason. There are too many unknown factors for me to jump to conclusions like that. Right now until I know for certain otherwise, I have to treat this situation as no one’s fault but I should still keep a cautious mind’

Ok now that’s done with lets think about the elephant on the mind or rather if I remember correctly the European myth that is the manticore ‘And I'm calling it a manticore for now at least. I think it’s because if I don’t it kinda feels like I'm calling a zombie the living dead and that just doesn’t feel right. Though it was for the most half a fit for a manticore but it might be called something else by locals though so I’ll keep it to myself until later.’

I chuckled to myself when I remembered the whole thing. ‘Seriously? I see an actual real-life manticore, possibly the only one of its kind as far as I know and I throw up in its face?! Seriously how bad does my luck have to be for that to happen?’

Thinking back to the fact that I ran probably the fastest in my life was thanks to endorphins or something, though thankful I did find it very cool. Ok done thinking now back to the room, I open my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. I was definitely on a bed which was still too small for me; I mean it ended at my nees which meant my feet were still on the ground.

‘Which means someone must of found me while I was passed out’ While I was grateful, I also felt concerned being in someone’s house and relieved that there was in fact a house which meant some form of civilisation thing.

“Oh thank frick for that. If I had to fend for myself in the wild, I would’ve been so severely screwed” I chuckled quietly to myself again in relief, keeping my voice down to a loud whisper. ‘Though I do feel a little more concerned about the whole bare butt thing.’

Looking around I spotted a lot of needlepoint things decorating the pastel yellow walls and unnecessary doilies on every piece of furniture in here. ‘Well someone has hobby and happens to decorate like a stereotypical grandmother but eh, to each their own I guess’

I sat up on the bed which was so soft I pretty much sank in. ‘Whoever’s bed this is, they must be light as anything, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some pirate treasure deep below or you know Davey Jones’s private journal from his awkward teenage years’ ... ‘Man I think of weird stuff, oh well as long as I have fun doing it’ I shrugged.

Anyway, continuing with the looking, I also noticed that besides from the needlepoint there were actually a fair lot of photos hung on the walls. I considered getting up to take a closer look but thinking back to how walking led me to throwing up in a manticore’s face I decided to wait a bit.

My queasiness has subsided but I still didn’t want to risk it. So instead I looked to the photo that was sitting next to a cupcake on the bedside dresser and I had to do a double, no, triple take while trying to understand what I was seeing.

Picking the picture up I examined it closely, I mean really overdramatized-CSI-close as much as my eyes can anyway. I saw a yellow and pink... thing standing next to what I can only assume is a rabbit with an oddly big head. The custard yellow thing, it had four legs which ended in hooves. Judging from the muzzle the body shape I’d say it’s a horse.

Judging from these facts, size and the fact my mum took me horse riding when I was a kid, though I was more interested in the actual animals than riding them, I would say it’s a pony of some kind.

So working from that I can say it has a pink mane that’s straight but not flat and the same went for its tail. It had odd markings that I couldn’t see well because its wings were in the way. Oh and it had wings which looking back to my mythological memories would make it a pegasus.

‘Ok let’s see, it can either be that someone is good at Photoshop but not good at making it realistic or it can be a completely real photo of a pegasus in a place where a manticore exists. Why the hell does second make more sense to me than the first?!’ This whole thing is starting to give me a headache, a bad one.

I'm going to push that aside for now. Hearing noises from the window, I slowly got up off the bed waiting to see if I was going to throw up, I wasn’t ‘woo’. Not forgetting to pull up my trousers, finding it has grass stains on the back as well as the bottom back of my coat. I would wonder about that but I have more pressing matters.

Now standing, I find I have to hunched a little and tilt my head ‘man if anyone walked in on me right now they’ll get the completely wrong idea, seriously I must look like... a perverted zombie or something’

After shuffling to the window like... well a perverted zombie. I noticed the sounds that I hoped weren’t a ticked off supposedly non-existent mythological creature that a freight train run from, were actually from the yellow pegasus, a purple pony with a horn and one with what looks to be a backache and a hat, a cowboy hat and they all talked... English.

At that moment I would’ve liked to think that I would’ve wondered about the seer mathematical odds the universe had to screw for this amount of convenience to exist. Instead my one and only thought was ‘Does R2D2 run the universe now? Though that would make sense if you think of C3PO as the pope’

Rubbing my head in effort to keep the random thoughts to a minimum as they only worsened my headache. I breathed deeply and tried to relax though it wasn't made easy by the small room. ‘The potential planet of pegasi with photographic technology wasn't enough, there just had to be unicorns as well and hats HATS!’ I think for a brief moment I forgot to breathe as I could feel my heart desperately beating.

While trying to relax once more, I attempted to gather my thoughts.‘Wait, I don’t think that’s the part I'm supposed to overact too. Oh yeah they’re talking English with American accents! Why... am I complaining? They talk so what? English? Again why should that bother me?

‘If anything it means I'm either incredibly lucky that I ended up in a place where the alien life not only coincidently corresponds with multiple mythological creatures but English talking ones to or... I face planted in shrooms when I passed out.’

I wasn't quite sure which to route for, I mean the second one did make more sense but I never liked the idea of taking drugs and Neil Patrick Harris wasn't riding one. ‘I watch way too many movies’

And while the other would’ve been cool only if it didn’t mean I would be representing the human species. Me, an overweight, generally apathetic , with the attention span of a brain damaged dust mite, doodling day dreamer who has a job a monkey... well let’s say chimp can do and they’ll probably pay the chimp more too.

‘Stupid job stealing chimp’

Right then I realised something. ‘Let’s assume that this continent, planet, universe or whatever is ruled by ponies then wouldn’t that make me the alien?’ I sighed at that realisation ‘Aww man, I'm an actual alien and I'm not even a cool one, no acid blood, no superpower, not even a prehensile tail and those are fricking awesome. Knowing me, I think I would use it to hold my drinks and maybe- OH BELLLICKS DUCK!’

I immediately dived down before the one with the hat could spot me. Oh I should probably use this time to tell you that I don’t swear. I have nothing against it, it’s just that my parents were so constant at catching me swear and making me correct myself that I just gave up and used other words instead or just the first syllables.

Breathing heavily ‘I really need to get into better shape’ I waited until I heard hooves trotting inside to crawl to the side of the bed furthest from the window hitting my head on the dresser. “Fu- Bal- Wan- garg” I mumbled incoherently sitting at the bedside rubbing my head ‘Stupid inanimate object stop existing in my- hey a cupcake.’

While wondering how I didn’t noticed it before now or how hungry I actually was, though a splitting headache dose tend hinder your ability to focus, ‘Good thing I don’t do that often.’ Picking up and examining the cupcake that was mostly pink frosting, it seemed normal I mean I doubt it was going to kill me.

‘Even if it did, I can easily think of worse ways to go.’ And with but a mere shrug I wolfed the sugary sweet down, now I'm not exactly a confection connoisseur but when something’s good, it’s good and it was indeed good.

I relaxed a little feeling a little better having eaten something, taking a deep breath I started thinking about my situation. ‘Right then, I’m basically on an alien planet or maybe that alien underground conspiracy place; Area something... heh those conspiracy nuts never saw this one coming. Anyway I'm not home or anywhere near it and that’s all I need to know right now. The key point of thought is well the ponies.’

While that is weird to think about, it wasn't the weirdest thing I have ever thought about. ‘So the questions are; is this a Planet of The Apes sort of deal, were they’re the dominate species and humans are beasts of burden and I just happen to come across a vet? Are humans extinct? Or have they even existed here?’

I felt that if I can figure that out I can figure out what I should do. ‘If I stay then there’s good chance of getting experimented on and the degrees of that depend on how hostile they are. If they’re peaceful then we’re talking hardly more than a thorough check-up and if they’re not then its alien autopsy.

If I run then where exactly am I going to run to? I can’t live in that forest I’ll be a part of every carnivore’s dinner before I can even blink. Even then how do I get away, I'm not in the best of running conditions and they’re all downstairs so odds are I’ll have to pass them. I could climb out the window.’

At that moment several scenarios forced themselves to play out in my head: The frame breaks I fall crack my skull and bleed out, I fall and damage my spine leaving me paralyzed, if the frame doesn't break but I mess up my footing and crack my skull or break my spine.

And if one of the ponies I saw decides to pop out and I fall I could kill or paralyze making it improbable that I would be treated as anything more than a wild animal.

‘Oh yeah, I have a phobia of heights.’ For some reason I always seem to forget that I am in fact afraid of heights until I try anything related to them. Then my brain hacks whatever I use to imagine with, comes up with worse case scenarios and then convinces me that they’re possible.

‘Ok so no window. I can just try running but again where? Maybe I should try talking? They talk English right? So what would be the problem? How do I even start that conversation, I mean I'm uncomfortable trying to talk to people I don’t know, how the heck am I supposed to handle this?’

My headache worsened from feeling a hammer made from other hammers being whammed into my brain to it being melted from the inside out, making my gut tighten giving off a twisted feeling. I knew that all this was happening because I was stressing out and I had to choose in spite of my nervousness. ‘I should at least try talking to them. They haven’t given me a reason to fear them. So I might as well give it a shot though that’s probably easier thought than done’

I gulped and I could swear it was audible, this decision didn’t really make a difference to my head or gut but hopefully the end result would.

I got back up on my feet assuming the perverted zombie position, still taking decent size breaths. I shuffled to the door while trying to convince myself I'm not going to spontaneously combust the moment they look at me. When I opened it one thing jumped into my head ‘that definitely sounds like more 3 are down there’

It opened with a creek and all the voices went to whispers. “Oh boy” I quietly mumbled to myself in true time-travelling-scientist-ghost-hero-thing fashion. I gingerly walked out making sure to duck my head under the door frame.

The floorboards creaked under my weight, all whispers went silent and as looked down the stairs I wondered ‘why does it feel like I'm walking into a wolf’s den wearing a hotdog costume? Ok. I'm freaking myself out when I do not have choice, that or I'm too stupid to think of something better, either one’

The stairs moaned in protest to every movement I made as I quietly treasured the fact they were the only place where I could straighten my body out completely. ‘If I stay here for too long I’ll end up with a hunch and break this entire house’

My breathing turned shallow as I kept reminding myself ‘it’s ok, they’ll probably just afraid of me if not more so. I have no reason to fear them, I have no reason to fear them...’ last step of the stairs that apparently lead right into the living room where all three and three more resided. ‘I have no reason to fear-‘ Twelve massive alien eyes staring blankly at me.

‘Ok be cool, be calm and be collected’ with a slight nod I manage to let out a very nonchalant “Hey” before my brain figuratively pooped it’s self.

‘ABORT! ABORT! FRICKING LEG IT!’

Personally I found fear is a very sneaky thing, it makes you believe that it’s argument is rational so you go along with it. And so after turning towards the door, stepping over a bewildered bobble-headed bunny, opening the door and then tripping over the over half of said door.

I simply picked myself up brushed myself, hey if you’re going to go through what might be a mental breakdown, you might as well go in relative style.

Then I ran like a headless chicken on speed.

A/N ... I think I need an editor type person