Digital Dreaming 1.01: “An Unexpected Awakening”

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Hanging on a hook next to Lysander’s shoulder was a black duffel bag. Lysander slung it over his shoulder and commenced stalking up and down the aisles of his warehouse of dreams, stocking the duffel with several useful items, including a few changes of clothes and a roll of cash. It was too bad he couldn’t just dream up a new phone, too, but it would only have those numbers he actively remembered in it. Thus equipped, he turned to the nearest wall and thought of Lenore.

He thought of the color of her hair, and a mahogany frame appeared. The way her eyes gleamed with a particularly wicked secret provided silver for the hinges and handle, and her laugh became the tumbling of a key in the lock. The door swung open and Lysander stepped from his dreams, to hers.

It was Baz Luhrmann directing Edgar Allen Poe’s rewrite of Shakespeare’s Henry V. It was dark. It was glorious. It was terribly self indulgent.

“You do realize this is the crassest of wish-fulfillment dreams,” Lysander observed to the woman lounging on the black velvet throne.

“Well naturally,” Lenore replied, toying with her crown, “that’s rather the point.”

“You’re going to feel incredibly silly when you wake up and remember all of this.”

“That,” Lenore said with a certain dread finality, “is entirely your fault.”

“It’s not my fault you feel silly.”

“No. It’s your fault I’m going to remember.” Lenore sighed. “Alright, what is it? And why on earth couldn’t it wait until morning?”

“Because not fifteen minutes ago, I woke up in a hotel in Minneapolis. Without my phone. Or my pants. Or the slightest idea how I got there.”

“Last I checked, hotel rooms usually came equipped with phones,” Lenore observed.

“Of great use, were I to actually remember your number, or, in fact, had the time or wherewithal to deal with the operator in seeking it out. Trust me, this was the quickest and easiest way to get in contact.”

“So, dear heart, what can I do for you?” Lenore drawled with vast insincerity. “The sooner you tell me, the sooner I can return to the adulation of my devoted fans.” She gestured to the obsequious court arrayed around her.

“I need a few things from my apartment, including my phone.” Lysander listed off several items. “Could you go over, pack them up, and send them to me? I should have a few glindas left in the storage cabinet.”

“Fine. But you owe me. You’ve ruined a perfectly good night’s sleep.”

“You can collect when I get back.”

“You mean if you get back.”

“I hardly think Minneapolis is all that dangerous.” Lysander turned to leave. He paused at the threshold and glanced back over his shoulder.

“Is that your boss in jester’s motley?”

~*~

Lysander opened his eyes. There was a small, tightly-packed duffel clutched in his right hand. Quickly he rose, dressed, and slipped out the door. When the maid knocked hesitantly at the door a few minutes later, he was walking out of the door at the base of the Foshay Tower and into the crisp, autumn sunlight.

 

To Be Continued…

Next Time, on Digital Dreaming: “Caribous Snooze”

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Author: Trip Galey

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