Remnants of Dreams -- And Ragnarok?
Mar. 17th, 2014 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowI don't know if you guys heard, but there were rumours flying around a few weeks ago that Ragnarök was coming. Needless to say, since we're all still here and NOT engulfed in flames, it didn't.
But apparently my brain didn't get the memo, and I woke up with a vague memory of a very strange dream.
It was cold as fucking balls on that January morning, more so than NYC usually is on a January morning. Ice coated the bare trees and dirty snow was piled up along the walls outside of the zoo entrance; even the Bronx had given up in the face of this winter. Ben was dressed like an Eskimo and yet felt like he was some clueless Southern tourist in shorts and a tank top. He blew vainly at his thick-gloved hands; his breath poofed out and vanished in the air.
Jason had better have a good fucking reason for dragging him out here, at 9AM on a Sunday morning in subzero temperatures. Stamping his feet and cursing, he fumbled for his iPhone -- and then suddenly he saw his friend, standing right at the entrance of the zoo, looking up at its sign like it was the most fascinating fucking thing he had seen since his mother's vag.
"Dude!" Ben stomped over, partly out of aggravation but mostly because stomping was the most effective way to travel through icy slush. "What the fuck, man? I've been waiting for like ten minutes."
Slowly Jason lowered his head to look at him. There was something strange about the look on his face, though really Jason had always been strange. Surely he should have been red and covered in ice from wandering around without so much as a scarf, yet his face was perfectly pale, without even the slightest red of frostbite. His blue eyes seemed even brighter than usual, and his black hair seemed kind of spiky. Someone hadn't taken a shower before heading over here; hell, he wasn't sure he had changed clothes. He could see plaid pants sticking out from beneath his friend's thick winter jacket.
"Well? Zoo doesn't open for another thirty minutes, man. We planning to freeze to death in the mean time?"
"We don't need to go in."
All right, Jason had always had a habit of talking really softly, but that morning his voice sounded outright eerie. Ben had to huddle closer to ensure he'd hear him.
"Then why are we here? Fuck man, my balls are going to freeze off. Can't we go to a cafe or something?"
"I won't take up too much time." Jason sighed and looked back up at the sign. "Have you ever thought about the weather, Benjamin?"
"Have you been listening to me for the past five minutes? Yeah I think about the weather. About how it can suck a dick. How I should move to Florida."
Jason smiled -- it looked more like his face suddenly cracked. "That wouldn't help you now. Atlanta got grounded from snow. Atlanta."
"Yeah, bro, we all know. Media's masturbating to it."
"But think about it. This is like snow in the Sahara. This is huge. Life-changing. World-changing." Jason was back to that weird voice again. Worse, he was looking at the grey cloudy sky with a smile. "Do you ever think why it's happening?"
"Climate change? Melting of the ice caps? Mother Nature fucking us over?"
"All valid theories." Jason looked back at Ben, and at that point he had to take a step back, being able to hear him or otherwise. The dude's eyes were even brighter; they looked almost white, and that was more than a little fucked up.
"You okay, bro? You're looking kind of..." Blind? On acid? "Tired."
"Do you think of why this stuff is happening?" Jason was never one to answer the tough questions. Instead he walked away and wrapped his hands around the gates of the zoo, staring out to the left. "Ever think what it means?"
"For fuck's sake, man, it's human activity and the natural cycle of the earth's climate. We're both environmental engineers, Jason." Ben stamped his feet again, swearing incoherently for a few moments. "Do you want to go into a whole dissertation?"
"It's not just humans and Midgard." Jason's voice distinctly morphed at the last world -- it became deeper, stronger, and ancient. "It's the End of Times."
"What?" Ben blinked, gathering whatever thoughts he had left. "Jason, you need some fucking sleep, man. What are you, a doomsayer? What is this, climate change or Revelations?"
"Neither." Jason turned toward the left wall and lifted his hand, smiling like a man with a million bucks. "It's Ragnarök."
A crack of thunder startled Ben, and a burst of light illuminated Jason's face -- then he heard the calls of what seemed like dozens of crows, descending suddenly upon them. Ben instinctively shielded his face, but rather than the horror-movie barrage of death he expected, the crows just settled around Jason, looking up at him. Waiting.
Then he heard a strange neigh, and suddenly a zebra leapt over the tall fences of the Bronx Zoo -- and fucking hell, was it growing extra pairs of legs?
Jason reached up and stroked the zebra's snout, somehow not being bitten in the process. Then, a terrible howl echoed throughout the entire damn city, as black clouds churned sickeningly above them. The crows all flew up as one, cawing as they spread out in different directions, away. With ease Jason mounted the zebra, which now had eight legs and a wild docility as it snorted and shook its head.
Barely Ben recognized that behind them that the biggest multicar pileup in the history of the world was unfolding, but the smashing of glass, horns, and people barely registered as Jason turned to him. One of his eyes was shut, but the other was glowing brightly, and there was an age that shouldn't be in any twenty-five-year-old, let alone this one.
"Fenrir has broken free with Jörmungandr." Whoever was speaking, it wasn't Jason, even if he shared his body. Above the crashing of cars and terrible cracks of thunder, Ben could hear the horrible rush of water. "Run, Benjamin. Maybe we can defeat this better than those gods of tales."
And as the whole fucking world started ripping apart in wind, snow, and fucking fire, the zebra reared up, and not-Jason galloped out down the street, over broken glass and blood, toward the bloodcurdling howls.
Let's face it, if Ragnarök WAS coming? It had better be some epic shit like this.
Tschuess.
But apparently my brain didn't get the memo, and I woke up with a vague memory of a very strange dream.
It was cold as fucking balls on that January morning, more so than NYC usually is on a January morning. Ice coated the bare trees and dirty snow was piled up along the walls outside of the zoo entrance; even the Bronx had given up in the face of this winter. Ben was dressed like an Eskimo and yet felt like he was some clueless Southern tourist in shorts and a tank top. He blew vainly at his thick-gloved hands; his breath poofed out and vanished in the air.
Jason had better have a good fucking reason for dragging him out here, at 9AM on a Sunday morning in subzero temperatures. Stamping his feet and cursing, he fumbled for his iPhone -- and then suddenly he saw his friend, standing right at the entrance of the zoo, looking up at its sign like it was the most fascinating fucking thing he had seen since his mother's vag.
"Dude!" Ben stomped over, partly out of aggravation but mostly because stomping was the most effective way to travel through icy slush. "What the fuck, man? I've been waiting for like ten minutes."
Slowly Jason lowered his head to look at him. There was something strange about the look on his face, though really Jason had always been strange. Surely he should have been red and covered in ice from wandering around without so much as a scarf, yet his face was perfectly pale, without even the slightest red of frostbite. His blue eyes seemed even brighter than usual, and his black hair seemed kind of spiky. Someone hadn't taken a shower before heading over here; hell, he wasn't sure he had changed clothes. He could see plaid pants sticking out from beneath his friend's thick winter jacket.
"Well? Zoo doesn't open for another thirty minutes, man. We planning to freeze to death in the mean time?"
"We don't need to go in."
All right, Jason had always had a habit of talking really softly, but that morning his voice sounded outright eerie. Ben had to huddle closer to ensure he'd hear him.
"Then why are we here? Fuck man, my balls are going to freeze off. Can't we go to a cafe or something?"
"I won't take up too much time." Jason sighed and looked back up at the sign. "Have you ever thought about the weather, Benjamin?"
"Have you been listening to me for the past five minutes? Yeah I think about the weather. About how it can suck a dick. How I should move to Florida."
Jason smiled -- it looked more like his face suddenly cracked. "That wouldn't help you now. Atlanta got grounded from snow. Atlanta."
"Yeah, bro, we all know. Media's masturbating to it."
"But think about it. This is like snow in the Sahara. This is huge. Life-changing. World-changing." Jason was back to that weird voice again. Worse, he was looking at the grey cloudy sky with a smile. "Do you ever think why it's happening?"
"Climate change? Melting of the ice caps? Mother Nature fucking us over?"
"All valid theories." Jason looked back at Ben, and at that point he had to take a step back, being able to hear him or otherwise. The dude's eyes were even brighter; they looked almost white, and that was more than a little fucked up.
"You okay, bro? You're looking kind of..." Blind? On acid? "Tired."
"Do you think of why this stuff is happening?" Jason was never one to answer the tough questions. Instead he walked away and wrapped his hands around the gates of the zoo, staring out to the left. "Ever think what it means?"
"For fuck's sake, man, it's human activity and the natural cycle of the earth's climate. We're both environmental engineers, Jason." Ben stamped his feet again, swearing incoherently for a few moments. "Do you want to go into a whole dissertation?"
"It's not just humans and Midgard." Jason's voice distinctly morphed at the last world -- it became deeper, stronger, and ancient. "It's the End of Times."
"What?" Ben blinked, gathering whatever thoughts he had left. "Jason, you need some fucking sleep, man. What are you, a doomsayer? What is this, climate change or Revelations?"
"Neither." Jason turned toward the left wall and lifted his hand, smiling like a man with a million bucks. "It's Ragnarök."
A crack of thunder startled Ben, and a burst of light illuminated Jason's face -- then he heard the calls of what seemed like dozens of crows, descending suddenly upon them. Ben instinctively shielded his face, but rather than the horror-movie barrage of death he expected, the crows just settled around Jason, looking up at him. Waiting.
Then he heard a strange neigh, and suddenly a zebra leapt over the tall fences of the Bronx Zoo -- and fucking hell, was it growing extra pairs of legs?
Jason reached up and stroked the zebra's snout, somehow not being bitten in the process. Then, a terrible howl echoed throughout the entire damn city, as black clouds churned sickeningly above them. The crows all flew up as one, cawing as they spread out in different directions, away. With ease Jason mounted the zebra, which now had eight legs and a wild docility as it snorted and shook its head.
Barely Ben recognized that behind them that the biggest multicar pileup in the history of the world was unfolding, but the smashing of glass, horns, and people barely registered as Jason turned to him. One of his eyes was shut, but the other was glowing brightly, and there was an age that shouldn't be in any twenty-five-year-old, let alone this one.
"Fenrir has broken free with Jörmungandr." Whoever was speaking, it wasn't Jason, even if he shared his body. Above the crashing of cars and terrible cracks of thunder, Ben could hear the horrible rush of water. "Run, Benjamin. Maybe we can defeat this better than those gods of tales."
And as the whole fucking world started ripping apart in wind, snow, and fucking fire, the zebra reared up, and not-Jason galloped out down the street, over broken glass and blood, toward the bloodcurdling howls.
Let's face it, if Ragnarök WAS coming? It had better be some epic shit like this.
Tschuess.
