Mac is Dreaming
Mac is dreaming.
In Mac's dream, SilentKiller-121 walks the white pavements of Alberta, port town of the kingdom of Rune-Midgard. He walks the clean avenues, amid the sound of seagulls, ocean waves and a marimba band playing in the distance, looking for something.
Suddenly he was there, at the familiar fountain in front of the weapons and armor shop. As he tapped the Kafra girl's shoulder, he was surprised to see that it was Iris manning the Kafra station at the fountain, wearing the standard cute Kafra girl/french maid uniform.
"Hello, Iris", was all he could think to say.
"Hello. The Kafra Corporation is always glad to help you. How may I be of assistance", Iris replied.
"How are you, Iris? It's been a long time."
"Hello. The Kafra Corporation is always glad to help you. How may I be of assistance", Iris repeated.
"Let her be. She's not into you", a voice spoke, just outside his vision.
SK-121 turned to face the voice. It is Solomun, the Priest. They were sitting by Geffen's fountain, south of the Tower. It is raining again in Geffen and SK-121's face is getting wet. On the fountain's pool, rain drops bloom on the surface, each drop a singing chime of sadness, while wind blows a fluted sigh in refrain.
"Heads up people", called Solomun, "incoming".
Toukou-Kitsumi, the Wizard, suddenly called out, "Storm Gust !!".
The squadron of blue-colored High Orcs froze in their tracks and SK-121 slashed at them. And slashed. And slashed until he was too tired to lift his arms. All around him were the fallen but one still remain. The monster was too big to see the whole for the jaws alone filled his horizon. In one gulp, the monster swallowed SK-121 whole.
Mac looked down the empty tube of the "L", listening to the roar of the train rolling on the tracks. Outside, the cityscape flowed by like a tilted banana split. Barack Obama motioned him to the door as the train stopped at a station.
"The way ahead will not be easy, son", Barack Obama said as they stepped out of the door of the serpent/train/huh? before it slithered/rolled away, "but change is never easy".
At ground level, the train station loomed overhead like the ribs of a fallen gigantic beast. Mac looked for the sky but the station and the surrounding building blocked his view.
"Son, we can't see the sky right now but we know it is above. We can't see the sun", Barack Obama continued as they walked towards a fountain statue surrounded by a pool, "but we know it is there because we see the light reflected".
Then Barack Obama stood at the fountain's edge, in front of Odin's statue in Prontera Square and began a speech.
"I have a dream", Barack Obama began, but SK-121 interrupted, "Isn't that Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech?".
"We all have dreams, son, we might even share a few", Barack Obama said, "I know your priorities are different but we all have dreams. Don't be afraid, I want you to have the all best in life, son".
SK-121 turned away and Mac was sitting on a couch beside Tyra Banks. Mac was trying to get Tyra Banks to notice him but Tyra Banks turned away and disappeared. Mac walked up to Kristen Dunst but he couldn't catch up. Jessica Alba gave Mac a dimpled smile but as he approached, she put on her nun's habit and was suddenly surrounded by countless children. Then they all faded away.
And Mac was alone.
Alone was Mac and....
"There, there, sweetie", said Michelle Obama as she touched Mac's shoulder. Mac sat on a chair contemplating the flowing water of Al de Baran's river canal. A mandolin and string quartet gracefully play the flowing theme of Al de Baran from a stage near the front of the Clock Tower.
"I hurt", Mac said, as he stared at the river. The river sings a flowing violin solo under the South Bridge accompanied by mandolin eddies splashing around the bridge support. Michelle Obama placed her hands on both of Mac's shoulders, her sad face reflected on the flowing crystal water.
"Am I being punished", Mac finally asked.
"No sweetie, it was just never meant to be", Michelle Obama replied. She then took SK-121's hand and lead him through the West Gate to Luina. As they stood over one of the bridges in Luina, Michelle Obama said, "The river flows where the river flows. Sometimes the flow is rough, sometimes the flow is smooth, but wherever the river flows, it gives life".
Then Michelle Obama said,"Don't be afraid, I want you to have all the best in life, sweetie".
Wanna Be Free!! started playing as Mac launched himself into a perfect swan dive. The splash of the river water was exhilarating and Mac began to kick to the rhythm of the trumpet singing of Wanna Be Free!! . A dolphin, its face sunny and cheerful, joined him as the power chords chorused in. Mac felt a burst of intense joy as they swam together, for he was no longer alone. They swam together in the flow of crystal notes. With great joy, Mac launched himself into the air.
And Malia and Sasha Obama grabbed both of Mac's hands and pulled him along on the beach towards the rising sun.
"Come and see", they invited Mac. Mac faced the rising sun with Malia and Sasha Obama. The sun's rays grew brighter and warmer until ....
Mac opened his eyes. His MP3 player/alarm clock was playing the closing strains of Wanna Be Free!! as the warmth of the dawn's sun embraced him. The cobwebs of sleep broke from Mac, like bursting bubbles from last night's beer. After he finished his morning ritual, and still finding time to spare, Mac booted his grey colored personal computer and wrote in his page at his internet social network site:
"Last night, I dreamed that I went on a date with Tyra Banks".
In Mac's dream, SilentKiller-121 walks the white pavements of Alberta, port town of the kingdom of Rune-Midgard. He walks the clean avenues, amid the sound of seagulls, ocean waves and a marimba band playing in the distance, looking for something.
Suddenly he was there, at the familiar fountain in front of the weapons and armor shop. As he tapped the Kafra girl's shoulder, he was surprised to see that it was Iris manning the Kafra station at the fountain, wearing the standard cute Kafra girl/french maid uniform.
"Hello, Iris", was all he could think to say.
"Hello. The Kafra Corporation is always glad to help you. How may I be of assistance", Iris replied.
"How are you, Iris? It's been a long time."
"Hello. The Kafra Corporation is always glad to help you. How may I be of assistance", Iris repeated.
"Let her be. She's not into you", a voice spoke, just outside his vision.
SK-121 turned to face the voice. It is Solomun, the Priest. They were sitting by Geffen's fountain, south of the Tower. It is raining again in Geffen and SK-121's face is getting wet. On the fountain's pool, rain drops bloom on the surface, each drop a singing chime of sadness, while wind blows a fluted sigh in refrain.
"Heads up people", called Solomun, "incoming".
Toukou-Kitsumi, the Wizard, suddenly called out, "Storm Gust !!".
The squadron of blue-colored High Orcs froze in their tracks and SK-121 slashed at them. And slashed. And slashed until he was too tired to lift his arms. All around him were the fallen but one still remain. The monster was too big to see the whole for the jaws alone filled his horizon. In one gulp, the monster swallowed SK-121 whole.
Mac looked down the empty tube of the "L", listening to the roar of the train rolling on the tracks. Outside, the cityscape flowed by like a tilted banana split. Barack Obama motioned him to the door as the train stopped at a station.
"The way ahead will not be easy, son", Barack Obama said as they stepped out of the door of the serpent/train/huh? before it slithered/rolled away, "but change is never easy".
At ground level, the train station loomed overhead like the ribs of a fallen gigantic beast. Mac looked for the sky but the station and the surrounding building blocked his view.
"Son, we can't see the sky right now but we know it is above. We can't see the sun", Barack Obama continued as they walked towards a fountain statue surrounded by a pool, "but we know it is there because we see the light reflected".
Then Barack Obama stood at the fountain's edge, in front of Odin's statue in Prontera Square and began a speech.
"I have a dream", Barack Obama began, but SK-121 interrupted, "Isn't that Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech?".
"We all have dreams, son, we might even share a few", Barack Obama said, "I know your priorities are different but we all have dreams. Don't be afraid, I want you to have the all best in life, son".
SK-121 turned away and Mac was sitting on a couch beside Tyra Banks. Mac was trying to get Tyra Banks to notice him but Tyra Banks turned away and disappeared. Mac walked up to Kristen Dunst but he couldn't catch up. Jessica Alba gave Mac a dimpled smile but as he approached, she put on her nun's habit and was suddenly surrounded by countless children. Then they all faded away.
And Mac was alone.
Alone was Mac and....
"There, there, sweetie", said Michelle Obama as she touched Mac's shoulder. Mac sat on a chair contemplating the flowing water of Al de Baran's river canal. A mandolin and string quartet gracefully play the flowing theme of Al de Baran from a stage near the front of the Clock Tower.
"I hurt", Mac said, as he stared at the river. The river sings a flowing violin solo under the South Bridge accompanied by mandolin eddies splashing around the bridge support. Michelle Obama placed her hands on both of Mac's shoulders, her sad face reflected on the flowing crystal water.
"Am I being punished", Mac finally asked.
"No sweetie, it was just never meant to be", Michelle Obama replied. She then took SK-121's hand and lead him through the West Gate to Luina. As they stood over one of the bridges in Luina, Michelle Obama said, "The river flows where the river flows. Sometimes the flow is rough, sometimes the flow is smooth, but wherever the river flows, it gives life".
Then Michelle Obama said,"Don't be afraid, I want you to have all the best in life, sweetie".
Wanna Be Free!! started playing as Mac launched himself into a perfect swan dive. The splash of the river water was exhilarating and Mac began to kick to the rhythm of the trumpet singing of Wanna Be Free!! . A dolphin, its face sunny and cheerful, joined him as the power chords chorused in. Mac felt a burst of intense joy as they swam together, for he was no longer alone. They swam together in the flow of crystal notes. With great joy, Mac launched himself into the air.
And Malia and Sasha Obama grabbed both of Mac's hands and pulled him along on the beach towards the rising sun.
"Come and see", they invited Mac. Mac faced the rising sun with Malia and Sasha Obama. The sun's rays grew brighter and warmer until ....
Mac opened his eyes. His MP3 player/alarm clock was playing the closing strains of Wanna Be Free!! as the warmth of the dawn's sun embraced him. The cobwebs of sleep broke from Mac, like bursting bubbles from last night's beer. After he finished his morning ritual, and still finding time to spare, Mac booted his grey colored personal computer and wrote in his page at his internet social network site:
"Last night, I dreamed that I went on a date with Tyra Banks".
Labels: Rune-Midgard Diary, the Other Side
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