LiveJournal – 3/21/1999

I find myself before the front door of my best friends house, Mark. I knock on the door and he answers – walking out into the driveway before his door. We begin to talk of old times as we start to walk out to his car. What I remember to be a simple Buick form is replaced by a terribly helter-skelter chopjob vehicle with disparate parts all welded together and unpainted except for patches of blue around the top of the garish vehicle. I look back towards Mark’s house and the ground is covered in ghostly afterimages of champagne glasses occupying each square foot of the ground around my feet. [SCENE SHIFT]

Standing beside a large dark rock I recognized off into the distance what at first appeared to be simple fireflies. These fireflies got larger as they approached and stopped appearing anything like regular fireflies. The warm diffuse of peach flavored light surrounded their heads and rolled about, from the inside to the outside carrying small flecks of silver and blue dots in the peach fuzz that surrounded their personages. Spotting me and my companion they started towards us cautiously until my companion started after them. They immediately flew apart like a murder of crows to an oncoming hiker. Filtering into the surrounding woodlands I watched as they flitted about – with such dexterity and speed as I’ve never experienced before. I explained to my companion that these were most likely Sidhe fairies and that we’ve crossed one of their trods by mistake. At hearing my voice the fey came coursing out of the woodland and surrounded me. My companion leads us to a church where under the guise of contacting someone else, he contacts the authorities. He tells us all what he has done minutes before the authorities arrive to the church. I stare at the Fey surrounding me and most appear to be very small and very young looking children, some look to be quite aged – but only so in the eyes. If you gaze into their eyes you can almost make out on the periphery of your field of vision their true natures, making out the deep lines that mark their very old faces. However by simple gaze or even a glance they appear to have the cast of a child surrounding them. I explain to my companion that these creatures have been around since Prime and that they serve no ill purpose whatsoever. I admonish my companion with talk of human curiosity and the raping of discovery that will most definitely occur when the authorities apprehend the Fey we have corralled. The authorities are almost upon us as I look to the strange congregation before me and explain to them in friendly terms how they have to approach this situation and outlast it. I tell them that they have to apply a bit of glam to their personages in order to generate an even heartbeat, for Fey do not have hearts. They nod and smile, each face an innocent reminder of childhood in both myself and my companion. My companion now is starting to shed tears for his mistake at calling the authorities. The peach colored halo that surrounds their heads flickers stronger for brief moments with rivers of silver and blue running like liquid electricity around this peach torus that surrounds them. When the authorities open the door the halos evaporate.