Dream Spores - 3. World Shells

O: Hey, something did come to me in a dream. It had nothing to do with knives, but it's fascinating. It had to do with world-shells.

E: Go on...

O: Or rather... bubbles. In each other.

E: I see...

O: There was this chaotic, hostile world with warlords. With powers that shouldn't exist, and 'normal' people didn't have them. Somehow there was fear hovering around in sort of immaterial large clouds, or planes, and you just happened to 'enter' it sometimes. And you were always hunted.

E: What... me individually? Or others in general.

O: That is, I was. Because I dreamed it and I was the main character of that dream I was always hunted, but had there been other 'normal' people, they'd have been hunted, too.

E: Interesting.

O: The most interesting thing is that this world contained another world.
Like a big tropical birdhouse with a forest in it, it was a replica of the original, 'good' world outside of the feary, feral one.

I happened to stumble across this place with a companion and discovered that it was safe for some reason. But it was also fenced in, it was smaller, and surrounded by the wrong world, and artificial, but it reminded us of what should be. So I took this companion and left the safe space to travel to the end of the 'wrong' world and leave it, and get to the larger, original, natural good world that was supposed to be all around the wrong one.

We even made it.

Almost.

E: Heh.

O: My companion and I managed to get to the edge of the world, and for some reason we were a freshly married couple when we came there, and at the edge (It was a wall/shell/whatever) was a honeymoon motel.

We were in a disgusting pink room.

The back wall was the wall of the entire world, we knew that we had to get behind it.

In one corner of the room was a doorframe with a screen of black. I stuck my head through and saw Jeremy Irons or whoever on the other side. It was all white there and he was sitting at an easel.

When I looked through Winona Ryder with a red barocky dress came towards me, and I turned back to the motel room. She came walking out of the black and vanished somehow. My companion and I couldn't go through the door yet for some reason, we had to figure something out first, but I don't know what exactly.

We went to bed and erm...

E: ...

O: We tried to have sex.

E: And you couldn't?

O: My companion was a redhaired boy, by the way. And very cute. We both couldn't.

E: Heh, interesting.

O: There was something going on in the room that distracted us, and the black doorway of course...

I could feel him.

E: Who?

O: Well, that was it. I could describe how things looked, but that's irrelevant.
The redhead. I mean, it wasn't just pictures, I could feel his body. That's what I meant.
I'd like to go back to the wrong world and see if I can deal with it.