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May. 8th, 2005 09:07 pmGuppy dreams:
He is standing outside the block of flats where he lives. The whole of the top floor is burnt out, and fire crews are still pouring water into the building. His landlady, with the large ginger cat draped in its usual position around her neck, is shouting something about antique doors and her brown cat. His neighbours have their music on so loud that they haven’t even realised the block is on fire. He walks over to the fireman to tell him, but the man walks straight through him. He is invisible. He can’t be felt. He is trapped in another dimension, in another time. He watches helplessly as his neighbours, realising that they are trapped, jump from third storey windows down to the ground below. He screams at them, but nobody can hear him.
The scene changes. He’s back at work again. His boss is talking to the other staff in the staff room.
“There’s no trace of him. We can only assume that he died in the fire and that his body has been burnt. Several were recovered that were beyond recognition. I’m sorry. We are going to have to try and carry on as best as we can.”
“I’m here! I’m okay.” He yells, but nobody can hear him as one by one they walk through him out of the door. Some of them look sad that he is gone. He sees Harry talking to his father, who has come downstairs to find out what is going on. He can’t hear the conversation, but he catches his father’s reaction to his death.
“Left the cooker on? Always said the boy was an idiot.”
For some reason this neither surprises or shocks him.
Once again the scene changes and becomes horribly familiar; he is in Rescus again with four dying patients and only three doctors. He can move this time, but he can’t be seen or felt. He tries to help the dying man and watches helplessly as he slips away in front of him. Blood seems to come from everywhere, flooding the floor. Soon it is up to his knees, the level getting higher all the time. It rises up over his head and for a few seconds he is lost in a sea of red. He feels a hand grab hold of him and clings onto it as it pulls him up. He gasps for breath as he reaches the surface and wipes the blood off his face. Looking up, he sees Asar-Suti. He is back in the bar.
“Stop it Guppy! You’re only making it worse.”
“I have to get back.”
The purple hand doesn’t let go of him. In the distance he can hear the Eagles song ‘Hotel California’ getting louder and louder, the lyrics filling the room until he has to clasp his hands over his ears.
‘You can check out any time you like. But you can never leave.’
“Please let me go Suti.”
The purple god turns to fire before him, surrounding him. There is fire everywhere and suddenly he is back in his flat with flames scorching everything in sight. His door is kicked down and his landlady stands there, holding her rifle up.
“YOU BURNT MY CAT!”
Her finger pulls on the trigger…
“I’M SORRY! DON’T SHOOT ME!”
The sounds of his own yell wakes him up. He is drenched in sweat and shaking, cowering away from the dream landlady with the gun. Second night running for weird dreams, nightmares even. This time he realises where he is much more quickly than last night.
“You’re in Milliways. Time has stopped. Nothing is happening at home.” He repeats to himself over and over again. He turns on the light and sits for a moment, trying to calm himself down by staring at the stopped watch and reassuring himself that Holby time has stopped. It still shows 7.38pm, but it is about 2am Millitime.
He doesn’t sleep at all the rest of the night.
He is standing outside the block of flats where he lives. The whole of the top floor is burnt out, and fire crews are still pouring water into the building. His landlady, with the large ginger cat draped in its usual position around her neck, is shouting something about antique doors and her brown cat. His neighbours have their music on so loud that they haven’t even realised the block is on fire. He walks over to the fireman to tell him, but the man walks straight through him. He is invisible. He can’t be felt. He is trapped in another dimension, in another time. He watches helplessly as his neighbours, realising that they are trapped, jump from third storey windows down to the ground below. He screams at them, but nobody can hear him.
The scene changes. He’s back at work again. His boss is talking to the other staff in the staff room.
“There’s no trace of him. We can only assume that he died in the fire and that his body has been burnt. Several were recovered that were beyond recognition. I’m sorry. We are going to have to try and carry on as best as we can.”
“I’m here! I’m okay.” He yells, but nobody can hear him as one by one they walk through him out of the door. Some of them look sad that he is gone. He sees Harry talking to his father, who has come downstairs to find out what is going on. He can’t hear the conversation, but he catches his father’s reaction to his death.
“Left the cooker on? Always said the boy was an idiot.”
For some reason this neither surprises or shocks him.
Once again the scene changes and becomes horribly familiar; he is in Rescus again with four dying patients and only three doctors. He can move this time, but he can’t be seen or felt. He tries to help the dying man and watches helplessly as he slips away in front of him. Blood seems to come from everywhere, flooding the floor. Soon it is up to his knees, the level getting higher all the time. It rises up over his head and for a few seconds he is lost in a sea of red. He feels a hand grab hold of him and clings onto it as it pulls him up. He gasps for breath as he reaches the surface and wipes the blood off his face. Looking up, he sees Asar-Suti. He is back in the bar.
“Stop it Guppy! You’re only making it worse.”
“I have to get back.”
The purple hand doesn’t let go of him. In the distance he can hear the Eagles song ‘Hotel California’ getting louder and louder, the lyrics filling the room until he has to clasp his hands over his ears.
‘You can check out any time you like. But you can never leave.’
“Please let me go Suti.”
The purple god turns to fire before him, surrounding him. There is fire everywhere and suddenly he is back in his flat with flames scorching everything in sight. His door is kicked down and his landlady stands there, holding her rifle up.
“YOU BURNT MY CAT!”
Her finger pulls on the trigger…
“I’M SORRY! DON’T SHOOT ME!”
The sounds of his own yell wakes him up. He is drenched in sweat and shaking, cowering away from the dream landlady with the gun. Second night running for weird dreams, nightmares even. This time he realises where he is much more quickly than last night.
“You’re in Milliways. Time has stopped. Nothing is happening at home.” He repeats to himself over and over again. He turns on the light and sits for a moment, trying to calm himself down by staring at the stopped watch and reassuring himself that Holby time has stopped. It still shows 7.38pm, but it is about 2am Millitime.
He doesn’t sleep at all the rest of the night.
