A Remembered Kind of Dream
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In an unkind world, Ark wanders the land looking for...what? Can't recall. Holes in the land, holes in their memory, a scar from a hole in their hand?
A dust cloud kicks up. Another rat-tag group of fools lost in the dust. They approach one another. Another cliched exchange. Only this time, something's different.
Ark remembers things...
If Ark joins their numbers, where will the journey take them? What hidden truths will they find? What kind of remembered dream will awaken in their mind?
Rei Rosenquist
Rei Rosenquist first remembers life as seen out the high window of a hotel balcony. Down below is a courtyard, swarms of brightly dressed tourists, the beach. The memory is nothing but a blue-green washed image. Warmth and sunlight. Here, they are three years old, and this is the beginning of a nomadic story-teller’s life. Over the years, they have traveled to many countries, engaged many peoples, picked up new habits, and learned new languages. But, some things never change. For them, these are stories, food service, and traveling. These three passions have bloomed from hobbies, studies, and jobs into a way of life. These days, Rei can be found in between Tokyo, Kailua, and Bellingham, Washington pouring beautiful latte art, baking off a batch of famous savory scones, and cozying up with a laptop to obsessively write mountains of dark speculative fiction. You can find Rei’s stories and blog at reirosenquist.com. You can also reach them via email at reirosenquist@gmail.com or connect via Facebook (Rei Rosenquist), Twitter (rylrosenquist) and Instagram (rylrosenquist).
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A Remembered Kind of Dream - Rei Rosenquist
A Remembered Kind of Dream
A Novellette
Rei Rosenquist
Weathered Ocean Feathered Sky PressContents
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
About the Author
ONE
I’ve been living out in the deserted junk-land alone for as far back as I can remember. Open brown land mottled with grey uninteresting trash that has no name because who cares? It’s a black hole of a corridor leading from nowhere to nowhere else. Volatile-fog covers the sky every day. The sun can barely break through the grey-green muckery of the endless vog. The air is unbreathable, tasting of dirty feet and smelling worse than my filthy mouth.
I wish I could wipe the clouds of yuck off the surface of the earth, but I don’t know how.
A sharp wind with sand in it claws at my face. I cover my eyes with my hand, but the motion makes my palm burn.
The tips of my fingers play at the edges of a scar: an ugly mean circle in the middle of my palm. One of my many strange inconsistencies. I have others, mostly small gaps in my memory, but none of my other issues are as annoying as this scar. It itches violently all the time, but right now is worse than ever. I scratch at it until the itching turns to pain. My fingernails pull away bloodied. I wipe the blood on filthy canvas pants.
Time to go back to camp for cover.
I turn away from the wind and start to move. I don’t get far before I’m coughing up thick brown phlegm. I raise my blood-stained fingers and tighten the fraying straps on my gas mask.
Best feature of my life, that: having a gas mask.
Worst feature: restlessness.
In this ruined wreckage of a world, nobody is a nomad. Nobody chooses to go out and rove the open land alone. Nobody adventures or crosses the unnamed borders between one nowhere and another.
Only me. The wanderer. Pitching camps in dusty holes and thinking I’m clever. I don’t feel clever. I feel hopeless and lost. I don’t even remember why I set out. I keep going because I don’t know what else to do.
Who knows. Maybe one day I’ll get lucky and find somewhere that feels like home. Maybe some dusty hole will turn into a set of welcoming open doors.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Not in this world.
I’m about to unzip the flap of my tent when a low growl makes me freeze.
I perk an ear and listen.
The sound isn’t far away. The ground trembles; big machines getting closer. The roar of them approaches faster than I expect. The huge machines kick up a giant cloud of dust that blinds me in two seconds flat. Sand and grit blast through the tiny cracks in the seal of my gas mask. Hurts like getting hit in the face with broken glass. I wince, hunkering down beside a bag of gear I shouldn’t have left out but did. I jam my head between my knees and wait the rumble out.
Old boom-boom powered engines roar up all around me, coming to a simultaneous halt of silence.
A motorcade.
Shit.
Motorcades mean people. People mean trouble.
Nobody likes an outsider. All the scavengers and looters I’ve run into across this barren world are territorial. New things frighten them, and when they’re scared, they attack. Owning next to nothing, I’m a pretty easy target.
I stand and pull down my browned-out mask to see what I’m up against.
The motorcade is made up of three slapped-together cars made from parts soldered together on top of a big mess of an engine. Each machine has six too-big tires sticking out too far from both sides. Despite their artistic
shape, the machines look unstable as fuck. Like I wouldn’t want to go even the tiniest distance in one. Not to mention the ruckus and mess they kick up. Dust and chunks of junk with tires like that.
Oh, and the stench. Their dump-truck hand-processed bio-diesel has already made me sick to my stomach. Sour, tangy, a little too close to the shitty sewage they use to make the stuff. This little family gang stinks sky high.
Two riders clatter out of their machines, coming straight for me.
Oh. Great day.
I go to hide behind my gas mask, but the straps are tangled around the cord of my hard plastic and rusted metal compass. It only works occasionally, but I can’t bring myself to toss it out. Don’t know why. Nostalgia or something. Right now, it’s a big hassle. I try to work the two free with no luck. By the time I have the straps and compass cord untwisted, the reeking clan is already too close.