Thing

I am once more with the mer-goblin. We are once again the closest of friends. However he is different somehow. Instead of being green, he is a light creamy colour, and his limbs are rounded like a teddy bears, and do not have any digits. He appears a fusion of his original authentic self and my avatar on Karma Games, a gothy-cute plushy thing which is also a light creamy colour.

We are on the sofa of the old living room suite in the old house. Now we are on a placid lake in a small sailing boat watching the setting of the sun. The colours are autumnal and evening and tween … golden, fiery, fierce and bright, coalescing with the darker cooler colours of the lake. I am dressed as a 19th century lady, complete with a light-weight parasol.

I want to row out some more, further, towards the centre of the lake, but the goblin advises me again it. He tells me there is something out there larger, more menacing and more violent than any threat or nemesis I’ve ever faced. Then I can feel it, in the subtle rippling, undulations of the water. I can see its form and shape, dark and indistinct, beneath the surface of the water, almost as large as the lake itself. I knew if I dared to row nearer to it, my death would have been immediate, vicious and merciless.

Frightened I row back to the shore of the lake with the mer-goblin and we disembark the small sailing boat. The Dreaming ends.