006: Falling, 2019
Dreams and forewarning weren't phenomena he ever kept track of or put much credence into. The random firing of whatever triggered the images in his brain to repeat in loose continuity, creating odd scenarios built from memories.
Dreaming reminded him of Drifting; only instead of an almost successive line of events that come one after the other, everything is fractured and more abstract than he'd like it. If this was the world's way of trying to tell him something, he'd appreciate it so much more if there was some kind of coherency to the message.
Almost every other night the world burned bright red and orange. The sun shined in the corner of his eye, blue splashed above him like water paint slashes across dry canvas as gravity pulled him back down toward the planet. He was falling again. The weightless, the feeling he got when Gipsy's head plummeted from the top of the Shatterdome, thrilled and frightened him.
He can't remember why he was falling, even as the sun reflected off the side of his arm, truth eluded him and tugged at the very pit of his stomach as he was dragged down into the black.
Raleigh was rattled from his sleep by a loud thud. One side of his brain lit up, calculated how quickly he could maneuver out of bed, jump into clothes and prepare to attack. The groan that followed, however, kick started his memory. That wasn't any Kaiju attack, Yancy had just fallen out of the bed. Rolling onto his right side, he pulled his head out from under the covers and observed the sheet hanging from the top bunk. Yancy, bed-haired and bleary eyed, seemed to look about his surroundings like he had no idea where he was. "Bad dreams?"
Yancy turned to look at his brother with squinted eyes. "No, falling dream," He slurred, lying back down on the floor.
"Again?" Not Raleigh particularly cared, but it was a second time his brother had rolled himself out of the bunk in the last week. "Sure you don't need safety railing up there ol-"
"Rals, if you value your life, you won't finish that sentence," Yancy warned.
"At least get off the floor," Raleigh muttered burrowing back under the covers.
Yancy grunted something in response, but made no move to climb back into the bed.