I had a dream tonight.
I had a funny dream tonight, it was really enjoyable, do you want to hear about it?
No?
Too bad. I'll tell you about it nonetheless.
In this dream, I woke up after being tortured for years, and when I woke up, my body would be fresh as a lemon. I would be able to jump to the ceiling, dissapear and move faster than my grandfather, create magic from nothing but my hands.
And most importantly.
I would be able to defend myself for once in my fucking life.
It was a good dream.
At first I thought it was a semi-dream, semi-nightmare.
Because there was a war going on apparently, flying samurais doing magic. Pretty scary stuff, an army of them going down on my village.
Fortunately, the whole nightmare part proved itself to be nothing but a build up for my dream.
Because I crushed them.
I crushed them, with a strong body. A tall body.
Yes, I wasn't two years old in this dream.
Well, sometimes I was, sometimes I wasn't.
Sometimes I would be tall.
Just like in my past life.
And sometimes I would be small, like a baby.
But no matter my height. I was still strong.
And most importantly? My body didn't hurt.
It was a lovely dream.
If only I could dream like this everyday.
....
It wasn't a dream.
OKAY OKAY! Calm down, it was a dream. Most of the stuff was a dream. But there's something wrong with my body right now.
I don't know what is it yet, but my body feels weird.
I blink, feeling the crust under my eyes. The annoying crust you always have whenever you're tired, as if destiny itself decided that you'll only have crust under your eyes when you're tired.
Just to be a bitch, destiny is a bitch like that.
Looking around from my place on the ground, from the puddle I'm laying in, I look at my room.
And then I blink again.
I passed out.
Fucking hell.
Pushing myself up on my knees, I feel something weird traveling through me, my body feels so fucking weird for a reason.
I look down at my hands. Drenched, dripping with clear water, rejoining the puddle that's trying to melt into the ground and rot the wood.
My hands are...normal.
Baby-like. There's still the dumb scar on my finger, the one I got by mutilating myself, but apart from that, nothing changed.
I look above my soft baby hands, at my arms, completly bare as my shirt is...where is my shirt?
A quick look up shows that my shirt is drifting around the room, having it's best shirt life in the puddle.
Great.
In any case, I go back to looking down at myself, at my arms, who are completly normal. Baby arms like usual...
Like usual...still I can't help but feel that there's something wrong with them, there's something really wrong with them.
I can feel it.
I look above my arms again, at my shoulders, connecting to my torso, I'm drenched. Every part of me is drenched.
But that's not what I'm searching for.
My torso is normal, it's my usual torso, normal but drenched.
I look down, at my little legs kneeling on the ground. My pants completly soaked and sticking on my skin. That's...annoying, to say the least.
A quick look up at my box at least shows that the cloak I draped over it protected the bottom of the box and the fragile books inside.
So...+1 point for the cloak.
Hatomo is a fucking goat I swear.
I lift my hand and touch my face, everything is drenched, as if I just came out of a shower, a cold shower, or maybe, as if I just came out of....a gigantic puddle I just puked on the ground.
As if I just came out from liters of water I puked on the ground.
Clean fucking water.
No impurities, not even a sign of food somewhere, which is...normal, because I can still feel the stew I force fed myself yesterday being digered this very instant.
That's...weird though no?
Usually...people puke what they eat.
Not a seemingly infinite amount of water.
Should I acknowledge whatever the fuck just happened?
I stand up, easily. Way too easily in fact. My body feels weird.
I take a step forward, the water splashing around my wet socks, I take another step. And another, seeing the water shifting around, trying to redistribute itself at my weight.
I stop when I'm close to my bed.
My drenched bed.
Ah...shit.
I look at my bed for twenty good seconds, it's not the best of beds really.
Just a mess of blankets and pillows placed on the ground, but it's still my bed, and it's more comfortable than sleeping in my crib or on the ground.
And now it's wetter than a cat under the rain.
Letting out a big sigh, I step on it, it's not like more water will mess with it now.
I look outside the window, grabbing the window edge and going on my tip toes to see.
It's the afternoon.
It's not raining today, which is rare.
Okay...uh, I guess I have a plan.
I turn around looking at all the water I puked.
And again, I ask myself.
Should I acknowledge whatever the fuck just happened?
And again, my answer is the same.
Let's have breakfast first. Or let me take a shower first, I'm not in the mind to deal with...whatever the fuck this was.
My body feels weird too, maybe give me some time to deal with the lethargy or whatever I'm feeling.
I take some wet steps back toward the door, and look down, at the opening under the door.
And I see water floating into the living room.
Hooooly fuck I'm going to fucking explode.
Opening the door doesn't let out a flood into the living room, like one could expect, because of course, the water already found a way to enter the living room as much as it wanted.
I look at the living room and really...it's fine
It doesn't look THAT bad.
There's water sure, but it's not everywhere everywhere.
Actually, since the water had a wider surface to spread on, it may have been the only reason why I didn't drown tonight.
After...
Puking water.
Later later, not now. Deal with whatever I feel first. Maybe I fell sick or whatever.
Stepping into the small puddle in the living room, I can see where the water stopped it's spread. There's a clear stop three steps away from my room
When I stand at the end of the water puddle, I lift a foot, remove my sock.
Do the same for the opposite foot, and I step out of the water.
....how the fuck do I clean that?
That's a great question, a question I manage to figure out pretty easily.
For a first, verify that nobody is home.
A quick look around tells me that nobody's home, apparently none of them noticed the whole...doom puked water spreading under my door.
There's still the blanket I put on my mother yesterday on the couch, it's carefully folded.
Which is neat.
Also gave me an idea for a plan.
I won't tell you the details, but for thirty minutes, I did my best to clean the mess.
Rolled my pants over my ankles, even if it was still wet, and got to work.
Half naked, I searched the bathroom, and the kitchen, for the cleaning tools mom usually use, she doesn't have much. But she does have a sort of squeegee? Well, that's not really a squeegee, don't know how it's called really, but it's kind of like a broom? But the head of the stick is a squeegee.
It's like...to pull water away from the ground.
To drag water away from the ground.
It's like a broom but for water.
Something that's really useful in a country where it rains so much.
So, I went to work. Opened the door and cleaned EVERY single inch of water that was on the ground, right in front of everyone that had the bad luck of passing in my street.
Put the giant squeegee down, pulled, gathered the water, and threw it off in the street, in the gutter just beside my home.
It was probably quite the embarrassing sight for them, to see a child, barely a child, holding a tool bigger than he is tall, cleaning his entire house half naked.
Don't really care about this though, I was busy staring at the water.
The water I puked...I puked this.
So I did it. I cleaned everything, and when I finally closed the door behind me. There wasn't any puddle anymore.
There was just a soft film of water on the ground, from where all the water stuck and was pulled.
But this? It would dry by itself.
Just need some air.
So I went into my parents room, jumped above the bed that looked like a mess, half thrown, then, I climbed on my father desk, started with the chair, then the desk.
And then I opened the window.
After this, I dragged a chair from the living room in my own room, did some ninja stuff on it, and opened my own window.
But I wasn't done.
No no no I wasn't done!
I took my wet mess of blankets and pillows, and again, in the middle of the fucking street. While waving to people that stared too long
I wrung out any hint of water from the blankets, from the pillows too.
It was really hard to do, since...well, you know.
I'm barely a meter tall. Shorter really.
But I managed it, took almost as long as pulling the puddle out of my house.
When I was done. The blankets were still a bit wet, so I spread them on the couch, kitchen counter, and living table respectively.
Just to let them dry a bit.
While doing all of this, my entire body still felt...wrong, somehow. Couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but there was something wrong with me.
Maybe I was just feeling dirty?
Or maybe I just experienced something supernatural, who knows?
So I took my wet shirt and socks, entered the small bathroom/toilet. With running water, yes, I know, we rich.
And threw my wet clothes on the side of the room, soon enough, my pants joined them.
Time to shower.
Cold shower, don't know why we don't have hot water, but I'm already used to it by now.
As the water dripped down on my body, and I went to sit into the tub stuck to the wall, only then, when I was busy cleaning every hint of sweat and puked water away, only then did I managed to figure out what was wrong with my body.
My body.
It felt good.