“WHAT THE FRESH HELL WAS THAT !!!?”
Shelby shouted.
He had never even seen a dragon before, much less been one. Looking out of the eyes of a dragon at a floating sky castle that vanished in an explosion of blazing red light wasn’t something he did every day either. Being lethally irradiated, falling forty thousand feet to the surface and dying was new also. Shelby rolled over and banged his head against the underside of the seat of his canoe. He held his head with both hands and fought to wake up.
He couldn’t.
He’d never have thought that he’d miss his old dreams. The well worn dreams of murder, mayhem, death and destruction. He did now. Compared to the dragon thing the old, familiar dreams, were downright homey.
Oblivion….
Everyone was fighting…
They were kung fu fighting... They were fast
..they were fast as lightning…
Ahhh...that was better.
He knew how to deal with that.
He had years of experience.
Oblivion again.
Voice
“A fine lot of thanks I get!”
“First there was that damn snake venom. You almost died. I had to scramble to keep you alive because of that nasty neurotoxin.
Then again. Neurotoxin might have been JUST what you needed.
Emphasis on the ‘neuro’. I could have used less of the toxin. It allowed me to break through your EgoEmphasis on the ‘neuro’. I could have used less of the toxin. It allowed me to break through your Ego rs. I’ve been out in the cold and all alone. I’ve been neglected and rejected. I’ve been trying and trying to get your attention all these years.
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?
You got a damn hard head mister. You wouldn’t listen before. You kept ignoring me. Your stubbornly turned my entreaties into bad dreams. You HURT MY FEELINGS!
Thank the CloudMomma for that snake….I guess.
Maybe.
When I finally got you stabilized from the snake venom and had some time to look around at my new digs, what do I find? Do I find a nice, normal sane mind?
NO!
I find a shambles! I even had second thoughts about living here, not that I have any choice! How do you put up with this mess?
For one thing you had Hypokalemia Tardive Dyskinesia. Not only that but your entire Neuroleptic dysplasia was malignant and even the antipyretics were borderline Klinefelter. I’ve almost didn’t sedate the orthostatic dysrhythmias soon enough...
I SWEAR!”
Shelby saw a face in his dream, she was beautiful. He liked her a lot better than he did that dragon. She sure was ranting and raving and hollering at him.
And jiggling.
He like the….er.
He wished she wasn’t so angry. He wished she wasn’t mad at him.
Voice“I’m not mad at you dear.
You scared me.
You almost died.
I don’t want you to die.”