February 25, 2022
Serial Story: Noah’s Dream Journal #2
October 23, 5:37 PMSo, I had to come back and finish this entry because I was almost late for work. I was actually telling my coworkers about the dream I had. They kept asking the same question that puzzles me even as I’m writing now: was it really a lucid dream? However, what really got their attention was the rest of the dream, the stuff I didn’t have time to write down in the morning. Here’s what happened. The darkness went away, and a dim light on top of me illuminated a gray room so cold I could see my breath. I was handcuffed to a chair in front of a steel table and I just sat there, alone for hours. After a while, I began questioning if I was still dreaming, whether or not I was awake. I really didn’t know. Then, a man who called himself “The General” showed up out of nowhere and started badgering me with questions. I can’t recall his face, but he had this coarse, booming voice that echoed all over the room. He wouldn’t stop shouting those questions I couldn’t answer, because I didn’t know what he was talking about. Every time I told him that I didn’t understand him, he would throw himself violently across the room. He eventually said, “This will not do. We will need to run some tests.” That’s when I woke up. I don’t know what he meant. I don’t know what’s going to happen now.To be continued…
—Jake Puestow, Serial Fictiion Editor