Setel was wanting to sleep last night not for the usual fatigue or requirement but instead for the sheer idea of what the dream world held for him. Interest bubbled up within his mind but the recent occurance for his ability to remember his dreams baffled him. Could his memory be correcting itself or is it all just a dream in and of itself?
The morning yielded slight disappointment. Random images flashed across his mind but nothing of great insight to the happenings of the previous night. The morning was odder than it had been. Mother was awakened earlier on and forced to stay awake much earlier than usual. This was only a random occurance and nothing of great interest because as usual he was off and out to his travels again before he realized it.
The usual treck to school was uneventful except for the meeting of collegues who finished they journey with him. As usual, work was in need of being completed quickly and the rush of finishing it was a constant headache but the attention was greatly appreciated. Never again would he disregard the full meaning to being.
The recent bout of bad luck no longer effect Setel in such a way. The only trouble was those with friends... Jack's title is losing worth every second while the rest are boosted up. Is this really fair? Should every responsibility be stricken from a person willing and happy to accept the job? Not by the rules set forth in his mind.
Setel suggested to his mentor that he should collaborate with their boss over the matter and solve the issue once and for all. It seems such an issue has been a long reoccurance. The reoccurances do not stop with the relinquishing of his job, Setel's regular business is nothing but repetitive movements. He felt he could do so in his sleep if he so chose to but nobody would accept it as responsible.
The only thing keeping him awake was the sound of music in his ears. Not music by more general tone but Beethoven and his symphonies of beauty. The moonlight shone in my head all afternoon until a new tune played in my head. The music of Soonray echoed my ears as the group made the kitchen into a room of worth. It squeaked a clean never seen before in years. It was so sad that the tournament instituted afterward ended so abruptly.
Setel was forced to return to his home for the regular routine of eating, cleaning and sleeping. Is life nothing more than repetitive actions acting in different manners? Like always eating but having different food or always walking but taking a different route, it would always be the same but different. It was like infinity if it was linked again infinately different ways.
It seems the call of sleep will slowly draw in Setel as it does each night and night after night until the sleep just doesn't end and the dreams become infinate. Perhaps he can remember his dreams then?
Setel Brase · Wed Nov 10, 2004 @ 04:58am · 1 Comments |