| In
this dream, I was a dratar. I wore the usual
clothing, minus footwear to allow for my large
claws. I had been living with the Gargoyles for
many months and, this night, had been asked to
escort a travel bus full of humans to the top of
a mountain. It just happened to be the same bus
my high school used on our senior government trip
to Washington DC. A couple people from my old
class were there but, mainly, everyone else was a
stranger to me. About
half way up the mountain, I landed on the road
and looked around. Hudson came up and landed next
to me. "Why are we stopping?"
Before I could answer, the bus caught up with us
and stopped. Just ahead was a big, chain link
gate that blocked the road. Beyond the gate was a
government-type building. It looked like some
sort of oil refinery compound but, from the road,
all you could see were business offices.
A businessman [Man #1] came out
and told everyone they couldn't pass through the
gate. The driver came out of the bus and started
arguing with Man #1. Suddenly, more men came out
of the building and I found myself fighting
beside the Gargoyles against the businessmen. I
confronted Man #1, crouching slightly and
growling through clinched teeth. The man wasn't
phased. Another man came behind me, but I sensed
him... swinging around and using my tail to knock
him down. I spun back around to face Man #1 and
leapt at him in one fluid motion. He caught me
and held me above his head. His fingers felt like
claws and they dug deep into my side. He was
obviously not human, though he showed no other
signs that he wasn't. He threw me to the ground
and my head hit the back bumper of the bus.
Pain. Blackout.
I awoke on the bus, no longer a
dratar... though, I still wore the same clothes.
The Gargoyles were gone and we were driving down
the road again, trying to find some lodging for
the night. I was slouched in an aisle seat on the
right side of the bus, about four seats from the
front. My head ached and all energy had been
drained from me. All I wanted to do was drift off
to sleep. Trying to get more comfortable, I
pushed my feet through to the empty seats in
front of me and rest them on the armrests.
The bus stopped and let a man
and woman on before continuing its journey. The
man had grey hair and wore a long coat and black
pants. The woman had brown hair, but I don't
remember what she wore. The woman sat in the
window seat in front of me and the man sat down
next to her, in the seat right in front of me. I
was so tired, I couldn't move my feet if I'd
wanted to.
I don't remember how I got it,
but I suddenly had a note written by the man. It
was difficult to read because my vision kept
fading in and out of focus. It said something
like, "your feet are
blue....circulation....call me." ...and
at the bottom was his number. I looked above me
and it looked like one of the ceilings in an
airplane, where the air blowers, lights, and call
buttons are... only, in the middle, was a phone.
I took it down and punched in the numbers he gave
me. We began to talk, but I don't remember what
we said, his voice was familiar. I almost blacked
out as he asked me a question. I paused, not able
to get enough breath to speak... my chest was
killing me. When I didn't answer his question,
the man turned around quickly and looked over the
seat. The woman beside him also spun around...
they both looked so familiar.
The man stood up in the aisle
and looked into my eyes and felt my forehead.
Cold sweat was pouring down my face. He laid my
seat back and climbed into the empty seat beside
me. He then turned the overhead light on and the
woman handed him a blanket to cover me. They
started talking, trying to figure out what was
wrong. "Maybe poisoning?... How?"
The man recalled how Man #1 had picked me up
earlier. I was confused... they hadn't been at
that battle... how did they know what had
happened?
"Where did he pick her
up?..." He looked at my arm, searching
for any signs. Nothing. Then he looked at my
right side and saw red gashes, a couple of which
were bleeding. He stood up. "Definitely
poison." He started trying to grab his
jacket and take it off. His hair was getting in
his eyes and he told the woman to "get
this off!" She took off his wig. It was
Dr. Bashir in disguise. The woman was Dax. I was
shocked but too exhausted to do anything about
it. He looked at me and smiled. "Sorry I
had to fool you."
He finally got his jacket off
and I saw his uniform underneath. He rolled up
his sleeves. I started blacking in and out at
this point. "Dart....wounds....claw
marks....remove...." I sort of
understood that when Man #1 had thrown me, he had
a tiny dart in his hand and had dug it into my
side when he lifted me up. The dart had since
worked it's way deeper into my side. They needed
to remove it before it gave off the rest of its
poison.
End.
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