Tangled Currents - Jan, Stormy Waters subthread Options

[adamu]

Tuesday, 19 November, 1400; abandoned basement, burned out tenement, International District, downtown Seattle

It was the kind of dream everyone hates - the one that cloys at you all night - the one that's just real enough it could be real - but that your sleeping mind can't just reject and go back to sleep - the one that just keeps asking you to do something - but never lets you know what -

...there were the two eyes, and they were in Gert's head, but then they were in Jan's hands, and all he had to do to go back to sleep was put them back in Gert's head, or else all he had to do was turn them over for reclamation, and no matter which he did it was wrong and he couldn't sleep...

Jan dragged himself from the nest of sleeping bags to find a corner to piss in. Took him about five minutes to be awake enough to be sure it had all been a dream.

He'd been pushed out of his last squat when the property owners had bulldozed it. Now he was in some burnt out place in the International District - only white for blocks, as far as he could tell. Place had belonged to a clan of Khmer immigrants who'd run afoul the mafia and gotten burned out. Now there was just Jan, down below, and a pack of wild dogs in the ruins up top.

His commlink chirped - Dr Know wanted a meet in an hour. The text said to come ready to work.