(There was a disconnected scene before the main dream started. I would normally omit it, but it starred this blog's co-authors)
I am in a big shopping mall with Marie, Anne, and Michelle. We decide to go in JC Penney's and are looking at dresses. Marie wants to give Anne, Michelle, and I each ten dollars towards an item of clothing, so we all feel like we need to choose something. Unfortunately, the clothes aren't very nice. Most are cheap, stretchy dresses. Anne picks up a black shirt that is really similar to this hideous shirt I wear to school sometimes with our school logo. It's a short sleeve polo type shirt made out of breathable material. Anne laughs and says, "What about this, Elizabeth, this looks like something you would wear." Everyone laughed and it hurt my feelings.
The Author: Scene One
I have two frozen bodies. I have been instructed to collect the bodies and put then in a car. The Author as instructed me to cut up the bodies and sew the parts together in a certain way. I am completely following his (very specific) instructions and have no choice. In my mind, I think that because the bodies are frozen, I'll be able to bring them back to life when this is all over. But then I realize that because I have to cut the bodies up, life won't be able to be restored.
The Author: Scene Two
I have flashed to a second scene of The Author. Having survived the first experience, I was horrified to find myself in the same situation again. The Author is in Marie's house but I'm the only person home and I have my beautiful black cat with me. The Author is issuing his instructions on what pieces to start collecting and I want to sneak out of the house and run away. But, it's winter. And I know I can't leave my cat behind or he might use her for parts. I am creeping around the house thinking about how I might escape when I realize that it's not safe to leave because Marie, Anne, or Michelle could come home and he could use them for parts. I had to stay and protect everybody, even if it meant having to go through it again. I walk into the kitchen and I see The Author standing over his creation. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that his story doesn't require human body parts, but pieces of bushes, trees, and other plants. I realize that there are many Authors. People hire them for a fun experience like an escape room or something. I wonder if I didn't actually have to complete the grisly task from Scene One, maybe I could have used plants.
The Author: Scene Three
To tie up my experience with The Author, I see him lying in a bed in Marie's house (a bed that doesn't exist) and he is issuing his instructions for the story to fill out. People are bringing him snacks in bed and people fight over who gets to hold him and stroke his head. Everybody cherished The Author and wants to be close to him. One of my co-workers, LM, is taking a turn holding his head in her lap and she's asking for another story. He seems tired, but agrees. She wants to do a story starring just the two of them. I think she sounds selfish.
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