The Wedding Crasher #dream 219

I’m off to a festival! It’s the first time that I’ve been let loose for a while so I decide to splash out on a taxi to get to the racecourse. Unfortunately, I’ve got Doncaster mixed up with Dorchester, and I’m at the latter where they’ve never held such an event. I’ve hired an Uber but I’ve gone for the cheapest option not realising that there’s no decimal in the quoted fare, and he’s actually taking me down south. After dozing off in the back of the cab, we near our destination and I tell the driver that the event’s at the main grandstand. Unfortunately, he decides to take a shortcut across the track where a wedding fare is taking place. We drive through marquee after marquee, ripping canvas out of the ground as we pass through a corridor of white and crash table after table full of cakes and gifts.

The Quiz Goblin Rides Tonight

You wouldn’t expect a goblin to be in the centre of Birmingham. It could be someone who just has pointy ears with  lot of earrings and wears leather. Does he go round from venue to venue asking questions in an evil voice? Does he punish people if they get the answer wrong? Perhaps he’ll keep asking question after question and won’t let people leave the pub. The landlord isn’t going to argue as people are just going to keep buying supplies from him. Maybe the goblin himself has to buy supplies. I wonder what he’s riding. Is it a motorbike, or perhaps he has a fancy glider to get around like in Spiderman films. Perhaps it’s a warning to stay out of his way. When he does get out and he can’t host any more, he likes to explore the coffee shops to search for victims to answer his questions.

Tinted

Is the fireplace trying to mimic the TV or vice versa? I think the fireplace is winning. All the TV has managed is an orange glint in the corner. The fireplace could be a TV screen displaying a fireplace. Even my shirt is trying to join in with bits of orange displayed. Maybe it’s going to combust into flames. The golden clock has begun to glow. Is it the cause of all this? Maybe it will melt. The picture in the mirror has also caught the bug. The carpet has started to glow white and will set fire at any moment. Flames are creeping up behind the TV and around the curtains, or at the very least, it’s smoke. And I wouldn’t be surprised if something shot out of the bin. Outside, the flames are starting to lap the window. And all we can do is carry on. Maybe there’s no escape.

 

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."

-Aristotle Onassis.

I’ve been sitting in the dark for too long getting distracted. I’m not focusing. Instead I’m avoiding things. I don’t want to give up, but it’s easier not to do nothing. But nothing happens and I don’t go anywhere or do anything new. I’ve got to try. With a little bit of effort, things become easier. And if others can see you trying, they’ll pitch in too. You need to be very careful of how you manage your time, as it might not always be yours to waste. You need to be doing something, even if it’s the wrong thing, to demonstrate how important things are to you. You need to keep going. You might need to rest occasionally. At other times, you need to go all out otherwise you’ll feel that you’re sinking into a hole and you’ll never achieve your objectives. You must find a way to fight.

A few moments earlier...

We might have even had the grace of being passed over for sharing a learning moment. Something right behind us might not have been so lucky. It’s not quite a pair of feet left behind, but it could be shoes. She just could be learning grid references. We’ve evolved from dressing up to making things to wear to learn all in the space of a morning. We might even be recorded by the black box next to the TV. Will I let her win, or will I let her learn? But there is another child somewhere. We probably need to tidy up a little. We might have ducked unnecessarily and have gotten lucky. Family photos look on proudly as if they’re satisfied that we’re doing our best. It’s been thirsty work. The hands seem bigger than the body. Is that a second long finger sneaking under the black sleeved arm? Perhaps that’s why we need two flasks.

The Advance #vampress 26

For a moment, she considered an outsider who could provide an honest opinion with the willingness to get the job done to earn some cash. She’d later betray them by taking them into the fold to avoid paying, but she’d have to make sure that others would not come looking. People who had visited before would surely note that the topography had changed, but inviting new people from further afield would also attract attention. Perhaps someone young who would be keen to move to make a good impression and create a reputation? Perfect. She would send her subordinates to the cities to see what they could find. She couldn’t demean herself to a lower life form, but she would have to bestow intelligence upon someone, and provide him with some protection as well. Perhaps there was a way of transporting herself further inland by slowly integrating her minions into another community.

Sharp Scratch

It’s not just the middle of the picture that has had this scratch. The same angle has been placed on the picture frame and in the window. The mark will remain scarred forever and it’s going to be very difficult to restore it to its previous state. It’s as if someone’s stabbing to erase us from the picture. What will they replace us with? Or is their mission complete as we’ll have very little chance of recovery? We can’t get that back. It’s not like we can paint over it or peel back the damage and tape it up to heal. Our antagonist(s) might be in a protective sphere outside controlling the scratching via a satellite beam. Or that could be their getaway vehicle and their hair could be hiding behind the portrait, unless it’s echoing the central scar. It’s all heading to the left. It’s the gravitational pull. There’s no way it’s going out the window into the sky.

GDK

It’s as if McDonald’s started to do kebabs. I opt to download the app where I can get my food made before I arrive and I’m instantly treated to a discount kebab but I can’t get my voucher to work. It’s not entirely clear if you’ve selected any options via a dial at the bottom. The fries look interesting so I go large so as not to miss out on anything, but the drink option is a bit basic. It’s just a can of pop. And despite using an Apple device to create an account, I can’t see a way to pay with Apple Pay. I’ve been given an estimate collection time but no instructions on what to do when I get there. I can see a kitchen with a bag on the counter with my name on it. Do I just grab it and go or do I need to check in with someone? Two days later and I’ve still got the taste of onions in my mouth.

Got Your Nose

Something’s going for her nose. It could be a new feature installed in the armrest so that you don’t have to handle dirty tissues. Or she could be trying to bat a spear away from her as it passes too close for comfort. She might even be attempting a military salute. Or she could be attempting to hide her face from the camera. She doesn’t look like she wants to be involved. There’s also something creeping around the back of her neck. This will slowly drape onto her shoulders until she realises that something’s there, and when she turn around to investigate it’ll tighten around her neck. She’s dropped the flyer that she’s been reading as her survival instincts kick in as she needs to start thinking about defending herself. Perhaps the patch of light next to her is about to head towards her face. Look carefully, and you’ll see a claw or a jaw reaching over her leg. 

Yak Yak

This could be a long one. I hope they’re still going, and I’m expecting to have a list of games that are good with words. I’ve no idea what any of them are. I doubt that I’ll be chased by yaks, though that’ll be interesting if that does happen. I like the concept of saying it to play it, though it should have recognised that I haven’t played before. I’m presented with a list of jazzy theme tunes including celebrities or Deal or no Deal. I thought that it was Voice of the Dead but it turns out that it was of the day. I recognised the voice and got it right on the first go. I now rank about 1 in 189,000-something, and I can come back tomorrow to improve my leaderboard. Until then, I’ve got another game to choose. I’ve actually played the others that it’s suggested before. The next batch of games involves a subscription which I deny, before heading onto a quiz.