Faceless dreaming
I was sitting in the luxurious leather seats of the Rolls Royce. Steel manacles held my arms and legs firm.
My captor was pacing before me. "So! You think you can escape from me, my friend? Well let me tell you - you never will! I WILL make you sing. Do you hear me? YOU WILL SING!"
Before my startled eyes he vanished in a puff of smoke. Instead Virgil was standing before me.
"Virgil! Thank heavens you're here. You've got to help me Virgil. He's going to make me sing!"
"Sing? Oh that's a shame, 1. I won't be able to hear you."
To my horror, Virgil reached to his throat and peeled off his face, revealing himself to be my captor.
"So, do you know what I am going to do to you if you do not speak? Now, tell me your NAME!"
"My name is 1 2."
"See that was not so hard." Once again he vanished in a rolling cloud of smoke.
"Gordon! Gordon! Please help me. Help me get out of here!"
"I'm sorry 1, but I can't fly Thunderbird Two. I might crash her and Virgil would not be pleased." His eyes glazed over as he peeled off his face.
"So you refuse to talk!" Once again the glaring eyes of my captor were staring at me. He slowly unsheathed his ornamental sword. The light glinted off the blood red rubies. "Perhaps if I were to remove YOUR face." He held the sword against my throat.
The sword disintegrated and he disappeared into yet another cloud of smoke.
"Scott! You've got to help me Scott. Please help me."
"I'm making a command decision 1." Scott stepped into view, indistinct in the thick smoke that filled the room. "I'm going to ask Lady Penelope and Parker to help you." I was no longer surprised when he peeled off his face and my captor was once again leering at me.
"Your friends at International Rescue are powerless to stop me. I will get the information that I crave!" He vanished in the now inevitable puff of smoke.
It started to rain. I could see the rain falling about me, hear it rattling on the roof, and yet I was not getting wet. I became aware that Parker was standing behind me, his great nose acting as an umbrella.
Lady Penelope was beside us holding a machine gun. "Do not worry 1. I will shoot away your bonds. You have nothing to fear. You are fully protected in the chair." She proceeded to fire the weapon at the chair, hitting everywhere except the manacles themselves.
"Dear me..." she said when she'd finished, "...I seem to have scratched the paint. How tiresome. Parker! Get me my new face!"
"Yes M'Lady."
She removed her feminine face and I was once again facing my captor. He was angry now - clouds of smoke were coming out of his ears. "You have tried to escape. You will PAY!" He pulled off his face.
He must have done it one too many times. He presented himself before me, a large set of brains balanced on his broad shoulders. His voice emitted from his head, even though he no longer had a mouth. "Now I will short circuit all the electrical systems in your body!" He pointed the gun to the ceiling and let loose a hail of bullets...
I woke with a start.
My face felt cold with sweat.
I got up and made my way to the ensuite bathroom, where I bathed my face in cold water and made myself more comfortable. "Really," I thought as I turned off the tap. "I would expect them to have quieter plumbing than this. That rattling sound is quite annoying."
I climbed back into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I woke with a start when the curtains were pushed back.
"Mmmwhat." I articulated, squinting against the bright light. "What's the time?"
"'Alf past ten." Parker informed me. "Would you care for somethin' to drink?" He had a pot with him.
My mouth felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. "Yes please, Parker. Half past ten! Isn't that rather late?"
"You probably 'eard our hunexpected guest last night. 'Er ladyship felt you might happreciate the hexta sleep."
Unexpected guests? What unexpected guests? As I ran the nearly silent taps for my wash I realised that the gunfire in my dream had been frighteningly real.
I was sitting in the luxurious leather seats of the Rolls Royce. Steel manacles held my arms and legs firm.
My captor was pacing before me. "So! You think you can escape from me, my friend? Well let me tell you - you never will! I WILL make you sing. Do you hear me? YOU WILL SING!"
Before my startled eyes he vanished in a puff of smoke. Instead Virgil was standing before me.
"Virgil! Thank heavens you're here. You've got to help me Virgil. He's going to make me sing!"
"Sing? Oh that's a shame, 1. I won't be able to hear you."
To my horror, Virgil reached to his throat and peeled off his face, revealing himself to be my captor.
"So, do you know what I am going to do to you if you do not speak? Now, tell me your NAME!"
"My name is 1 2."
"See that was not so hard." Once again he vanished in a rolling cloud of smoke.
"Gordon! Gordon! Please help me. Help me get out of here!"
"I'm sorry 1, but I can't fly Thunderbird Two. I might crash her and Virgil would not be pleased." His eyes glazed over as he peeled off his face.
"So you refuse to talk!" Once again the glaring eyes of my captor were staring at me. He slowly unsheathed his ornamental sword. The light glinted off the blood red rubies. "Perhaps if I were to remove YOUR face." He held the sword against my throat.
The sword disintegrated and he disappeared into yet another cloud of smoke.
"Scott! You've got to help me Scott. Please help me."
"I'm making a command decision 1." Scott stepped into view, indistinct in the thick smoke that filled the room. "I'm going to ask Lady Penelope and Parker to help you." I was no longer surprised when he peeled off his face and my captor was once again leering at me.
"Your friends at International Rescue are powerless to stop me. I will get the information that I crave!" He vanished in the now inevitable puff of smoke.
It started to rain. I could see the rain falling about me, hear it rattling on the roof, and yet I was not getting wet. I became aware that Parker was standing behind me, his great nose acting as an umbrella.
Lady Penelope was beside us holding a machine gun. "Do not worry 1. I will shoot away your bonds. You have nothing to fear. You are fully protected in the chair." She proceeded to fire the weapon at the chair, hitting everywhere except the manacles themselves.
"Dear me..." she said when she'd finished, "...I seem to have scratched the paint. How tiresome. Parker! Get me my new face!"
"Yes M'Lady."
She removed her feminine face and I was once again facing my captor. He was angry now - clouds of smoke were coming out of his ears. "You have tried to escape. You will PAY!" He pulled off his face.
He must have done it one too many times. He presented himself before me, a large set of brains balanced on his broad shoulders. His voice emitted from his head, even though he no longer had a mouth. "Now I will short circuit all the electrical systems in your body!" He pointed the gun to the ceiling and let loose a hail of bullets...
I woke with a start.
My face felt cold with sweat.
I got up and made my way to the ensuite bathroom, where I bathed my face in cold water and made myself more comfortable. "Really," I thought as I turned off the tap. "I would expect them to have quieter plumbing than this. That rattling sound is quite annoying."
I climbed back into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I woke with a start when the curtains were pushed back.
"Mmmwhat." I articulated, squinting against the bright light. "What's the time?"
"'Alf past ten." Parker informed me. "Would you care for somethin' to drink?" He had a pot with him.
My mouth felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. "Yes please, Parker. Half past ten! Isn't that rather late?"
"You probably 'eard our hunexpected guest last night. 'Er ladyship felt you might happreciate the hexta sleep."
Unexpected guests? What unexpected guests? As I ran the nearly silent taps for my wash I realised that the gunfire in my dream had been frighteningly real.