Wisps of a dream, from The Machine

A wisp of a dream: floating spheres surround you, and a constant groaning is coming from everywhere. A thudding sound accents this, and you can make that it is coming from the spheres. You're moving among them rapidly, because something bad is following you.


***

The dream comes to you again. You've managed to lose whatever it was that was chasing you, and now that you can take a closer look at the orbs, the opacity has turned to a mere smokiness, and you see that each contains a person. They're all completely bald and wearing white coveralls, and some are pounding against their prison's smooth walls. Their plight hits you in an almost palpable wave of sadness, and your heart aches. However, the bad things have found you again: two likewise bald people, but wearing black coveralls. You stumble and run.

***

Again running, you dash behind a low-hanging sphere to hide from the black-clad men. Holding your breath you wait until they run by, then slump to the ground panting. After a few moments you notice pounding coming from the sphere you lean against; looking at it, you see a girl inside, her face telling of terrible longing. She stares at you with piercing watery eyes and presses her hand against the bubble, and you touch the same spot, feeling the heat of her hand through the thin membrane.

You hear the black-clad people again. Your simple hiding place wasn't very effective.

When you woke from that dream, your face was wet with tears.

(Thanks to Bolt City: Bubbles)