Dream 2 (RF2292)
General Notes: This is really simple, as the entire set is about five miles high and twenty feet across. Also, I might wind up fudging a couple of facts, but I doubt those will be important.
Characters
Me (the real me, not some alter ego, see dream #1 for explanation)
Barney My two best friends (you know who you are)
People on the other side of the phone Tour guide
Setting: severely distorted Grand Canyon…no water at the bottom, much taller (several miles so)…mid-afternoon, mid-90s, but when you're falling, things must be a tad bit cooler, I think.
Here goes…the three of us, led by a tour guide, are hiking through a trail in the Grand (Supermodified) Canyon during the summer…Judging by my looks, this looks like three years in the future. The tour guide struggles to keep up, so we're almost always lost…I'm out there cracking jokes like an idiot and nearly slip off a path.
Personal insight: The past snippet sounds believable, but the next doesn't…
So, all of a sudden, the ground starts to shake. An earthquake is in progress. The tour guide falls over like a balloon, and rolls away into oblivion. (Gray matter here, not completely sure of following statement) Somehow, the intentions of my friends change, and the next moment I find myself sliding down a slope, which unfortunately leads to…nothing…but seven miles of air. I'm gripping a little thing sticking out from the ground, hanging for dream life, like in a movie. Kalin scrambles over, ostensibly to grab my right hand. Instead, he steps on it, nearly breaking it…I yelp in pain and switch hands. He kicks my left hand away, and I fall.
So I'm seven miles up, falling down. I hear the cackling laughter from above, and I instinctively grab my cell phone. I rip it out and dial my house (no idea why). Of course, no one's home. I change numbers and dial the phone booth closest to the trail we were walking on. Someone picks up, but can't hear me. And then I do the most unbelievable thing…I dial Barney's number.
Barney: “Hello, little boy, what can I do for you?”
Me: “#%##, Barney, I'm falling five miles to my death! Help!”
Barney: “Do you need a hug?”
Me: “#%#$###@1! Barney!”
Barney: “I love you, you love me…”
Me: “What the…(loud scream)”
Barney: “And a kiss from me to you…”
Me (fighting to regain calm): “Barney, listen. Get Baby Bop or whatever the he-double hockey sticks* her name is, or somebody, and have her bring me a big trampoline, on the double!”
Barney: “Yes, sir. You sound like you need a hug!”
Okay, so it may not have gone all like that, but it was close. So, as I reset here for the readers, I'm still falling, now 4 miles above the ground. Sathya and Kalin are on their way out and home, and Barney's “fleet” is on its way to rescue me.
It's just another calm moment for me as I fall; I'm combing my hair and fumbling for my water bottle. In the process I lose my cell phone. And out of nowhere comes this giant mass of purple to save me. It's Barney. So now I'm about ten seconds from hitting the ground…and then…nothing.
