Harper's dreams recently had been memorable. Usually he didn't remember
his dreams, but these dreams were different. He went to bed every night
and dreamed another chapter in the life of a man on old pre-space Earth,
who lived the life of an adventurer, with fantastic adventures involving
monsters, myths, and resurrection--and just to add to the surreal
atmosphere provided by the various mythical creatures, Dylan was in the
dreams too, except that he wasn't called Dylan.
Amazingly enough, they were internally consistent, too; although they didn't necessarily fall into chronological order--one night he'd be a mature adult in the dreams and the next night a teenager--they always had the Dylan character, some of the same supporting characters, and the same non-Standard language, which he somehow understood and was even fluent in.
Harper found himself treating the dreams as though they were memories, as though he himself had lived through the events they portrayed. Even though he couldn't have.
He found himself watching Dylan more often, and sometimes found Dylan looking back at him with a thoughtful look on his face. It was almost as though Dylan was waiting for something.
Harper found that he was retaining fluency in that other language, whatever it was, even while he was awake. He was even starting to think in it sometimes, although it didn't have the vocabulary to deal with many of the things in his real life. But when he managed to drop his biggest wrench on his foot, what came out wasn't in Standard.
A/N Sorry for the delay in posting this; there's been another bunny nipping at me. But there should still be more of this one to come.
Amazingly enough, they were internally consistent, too; although they didn't necessarily fall into chronological order--one night he'd be a mature adult in the dreams and the next night a teenager--they always had the Dylan character, some of the same supporting characters, and the same non-Standard language, which he somehow understood and was even fluent in.
Harper found himself treating the dreams as though they were memories, as though he himself had lived through the events they portrayed. Even though he couldn't have.
He found himself watching Dylan more often, and sometimes found Dylan looking back at him with a thoughtful look on his face. It was almost as though Dylan was waiting for something.
Harper found that he was retaining fluency in that other language, whatever it was, even while he was awake. He was even starting to think in it sometimes, although it didn't have the vocabulary to deal with many of the things in his real life. But when he managed to drop his biggest wrench on his foot, what came out wasn't in Standard.
A/N Sorry for the delay in posting this; there's been another bunny nipping at me. But there should still be more of this one to come.