Dream by vignette
A response to the Dream prompt
We are at some sort of government facility. Later, grandpa is showing us around a house, and he tells us the ground rules (it has something about avoiding being alone in a room during certain times of the day). I only half hear what he says, but I nod my understanding.
Then we're in the living room, and Mary is there. We're exchanging gifts. Something flies up (or runs really quickly) up the flight of stairs that lead up to the house, and it pounces into the room where we're gathered. It's a fox with a candy cane in its mouth. It walks right up to me and takes the candy from my outstretched hand.
I observe people outside at the beach. I observe from a window in the house. I admire one person in particular. I hear a noise, and look up to see a couple of people in the room adjacent to the one I'm in. I try to cover myself, trying to draw a cardigan over myself, but I'm not wearing a cardigan: only a diaphanous gown.
Then the people in the other room are talking excitedly about something. I can see they have a camera. Grandpa bursts into my room. He takes me to a closet and tells me to stay inside. But it's very full of stuff. I feel my body contort. He says he'll “take care of” things.
I start noticing everything in the closet. The smells. The way things are pressing against my body. And the air starts to feel thin. I feel light-headed.
And then the door opens. I run to the window. It looks like the town was hit by a storm. And all that remains is rubble and flotsam.