Raspberry's Second Life

My dreams weren't so blurry because I got less sleep, but still a decent amount. Is 7.5 hours the lucky amount?

Awake Non-lucid

I'm in a large, white room. There are maps on the walls, each country a different colour. I don't glimpse much before my dad walks in. "I'm starting a project." He says, his voice booming, the acoustics of the room amplifiying it. "I'm learning the languages of Denmark, France, and Korea."

I frown. My dad is not the language type. Neither am I, in fact. "Why?" I ask slowly, studying a map, one which my dad has unpinned from a wall and spread onto a table.

After marking Denmark, France and Korea with a pen, he turns to me. "Because they are all similar." He turns back to the map. I smuggle a laugh, I don't know much about each country, but I don't think they're similar... Still, I quite like the sound of the project to be honest, and think I'll join him with it.

[Dreamskip] I'm outside, it's very sunny and I'm looking at a green lawn. There's a blonde man there. Coming from the middle of his back is a large blue braid of hair, like a tail. It's tied around a post, keeping him still.

[Dreamskip] I'm in what seems to be a hall made of dirt. The blonde man is there, and so are other people. He says that this is our home now. I get an odd feeling about him, but I decide to trust him anyway. I think he's helping my dad with his project or something.

I look around. The mud is a brownish red. The red is strangely bright in one particulaur area. I kneel down on my heels, and draw my fingers through.

I'm horrified to find a pale, bare foot. I search more and find other bodyparts. I turn to the blonde man, who is watching me with dark eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I shout at him.

"The man we killed, there is no way of disposing a body without the police finding it. So I cut him up and brought him with us."

Man we killed? I don't remember, but I think he's telling the truth. He fiddles with his tail. "When we have to move again, what then?" I hiss.


He shrugs, glanceing away and then looking back. "We'll take the body with us. We cannot be found by the police..."

I snort. This is such a depressing situation. He totally fucked it up. If it were me I would have burned the body and gotten as far away as possible. After a bit more thinking, I start to have doubts. I don't know what they could use to trace a burned body, but they probably could.

I hear banging from somewhere outside the hall. I only need to watch the terror on the blonde man's face to know they've found us.