by Victor Freud » Sat Jul 04, 2015 1:27 am
It wouldn't be dawn for a couple of hours, at least that's how dark it seemed to Victor as he roamed the manor grounds. He was 99% sure that everyone else on campus was asleep, but then again there was probably one guy who was a bat or something, he remembered seeing something like that in a tabloid one time, and then he fought in Afghanistan or something? His mind was wandering, as was he. He wracked his brain to try and find a meaning to what his dream had meant. It wasn't literal, was it? No, of course not, dreams don't work that way. But it could have been right. After all, here was a school full of the only people who would understand what he was going through, because they were going through it too. So logically it made sense that he might find a girlfriend here. The hay loft is what didn't make any sense. He'd seen the cafeteria, the library, classrooms, the grounds... any of those would be a perfect backdrop to tell him he'd find someone special at the school. So why did he dream some place he'd never seen before? Maybe it was some kind of a metaphor, like a place that felt like home, or maybe the hay was a representation of the bounty and potential of learning...
A familiar scent caught his attention. Squinting in the pale moonlight Victor could make out the shape of a fairly typical English stable. The brisk fall wind must have wafted from there the smell of the horses or something.
"... there's no way my dream could be THAT literal." The boy thought to himself. But - it wouldn't hurt to look, right? After all he might find a new spot to relax and read. And he had already come this far. The amount of care he took to silently enter the stables would have been kind of impressive had anyone been watching; it would have been a little cruel to wake up any of the horses really, and if they did cause an uproar he really didn't want to have to explain what he was doing there in the middle of the night. That's how rumours got started. The beam from his flashlight flowed over one of the rungs of the ladder which led upstairs. He hesitated. It was just going to be piles of hay and maybe some mice, and he'd finally be able to go back to sleep knowing he'd just had some stupid dream. But so long as he was down there, then there was a chance the dream had been real and something strange and supernatural had happened. Schroedinger's hay loft.
The short student manned up, held the flashlight in his teeth, and started climbing up into the loft.