Day 131: What did you dream about last night?

It was the hand. An ancient hand, three times as tall as any man, descending from the heavens and anchoring in the garden. Broken fingernails, chipped and bloodied, grasped at the earth, fighting for purchase in the loose soil. It found it.

Anchored against the howling winds, the hand began to set down roots. Bark exploded from the ground before wrapping the hand in a crushing embrace. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed as the fingers buckled under the weight. More materials joined the fray, with sheets of stone and steel swirling around the crumbling carcass of the hand.

The sheets thudded in, leaving a dome of the materials in the centre of the garden. The storm left, as quickly as it had arrived.

There was silence. Not a single sound.

No wind.

No rain.

Not even my own breathing until it happened.

A deafening heartbeat crawled across the landscape, flattening distant hills and tearing up the ancient earth. I was watching a world reborn in those moments, a lifetime compressed into a nanosecond and then stretched to infinity. Endless cycles of collapse and rebound until I understood.

The dome. The wood, the stone and the steel.

It was an egg.

There came a light thud, like a knock on a door. Two quick raps, but loud enough to set the whole thing trembling. Again. Again. Thud thud. Thud thud. Mimicking that omnipresent heartbeat, a parrot hearing the cry of the universe.

A crack appeared. Followed by another, more and more until the whole dome shattered and flew apart into the distance.

There before me, gleaming in the dawning sun stood…

***

I awoke in a pool of sweat as the dulcet tones of Kylie Minogue encouraged me to do the Locomotion. I had been so close this time, but once again I didn’t know what was waiting inside the egg. It’s been two weeks since the dreams began. Matches up with all the crazy goings on out in the world.

Not that the world going to pot was going to get me out of going to school. Apparently “People are literally getting superpowers” doesn’t get you out of your homework. Neither does “I had the weird dream again”.

Things are changing. I just needed to see who, or what, was waiting inside the egg.

The Idiot in Tin Foil