Oh, incase it isn't obvious, most of this chapter is a dream sequence. Ten points to Gryffindor if anyone spots the hidden reference.
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Len trudged up the stairs, his feet scraping along the floor as he made his way into his room and practically threw himself onto his bed.
'So soft, so…' Len's thoughts' trailed off as he drifted into the realm of dreams.
When he lifted his head up, he was in a field surrounded by tall grass. But there was something strange about it. The grass was an extremely bright, almost neon green. He looked up at the sky – again, it was an unnatural shade of blue with overly-fluffy white clouds dotted around. It was almost as if this world has too much colour in it. As Len looked around the strange place, he noticed a grey lump of indiscernible matter in the distance, on top of a small hill. A strange feeling took over Len's heart. It was desire. He knew that he wanted the thing, but he couldn't tell why.
Seeing as the rest of the environment was just the same repeating field forever, how could he not investigate.
'This totally isn't cliché or anything.' Len thought to himself sarcastically as he set off to find out what, or who, that thing was. As he was basking in the pretend-sunlight, he noticed something was missing; sound. The whole place was eerily devoid of sound. Not even the grass made that oh-so-nostalgic whoosh as the wind meandered its way through the field.
It was actually quite creepy, if anything.
Not having time to dwell on the topic much longer though; Len had his lazy stroll through the dream world rudely interrupted by a sudden, this time audible, gust of wind.
Len watched mesmerised as the wind began moving shapes around the dream. A blur of colours left him feeling somewhat dizzy and he closed his eyes to protect them from the sudden storm.
After he felt the wind subside, he looked up and as if by magic, the wind had assembled a wall of vaguely human-like shapes directly in front of him. Some were yellow, others teal and some pink.
Not having time to deal with distractions right now, Len pushed his way past the wall. The different colours let out a small wail and disintegrated upon his touch, but he thought nothing of it. Something had caught his curiosity and he was not about to let it go that easily.
He was running now, but the object of his desires never seemed to reach him faster. He broke through the grass almost too gracefully for a human, he was so close he could almost touch it…
Then, as if the environment reacted to his thoughts, he found himself mere meters away from the thing he was chasing.
Upon closer inspection, he found… bandages? It was the same almost-human shape he encountered earlier, except this one was wrapped up in dirty grey cloth.
Not stopping to think about his actions, Len quickly pulled at the nearest piece of cloth. It fell to the floor, however he did not get to see what was inside. A loud, ear-piercing shriek was the last thing Len heard before he found himself sat up in bead, sweating.
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Oh Len, don't you know that dream sequences are always vague but provide little clues to the story?
Although, dreams are fun to write, if a little strange. (Coming next week: Oliver's dream!)
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