It started out as a honeymoon, in a small friendly inn. The married couple were happy with the place and got a wonderful room, stating as much.
The groom died of spontaneous combustion -- but obviously murder.
It hardly seemed like an inn.
The bride came to me and told me how her husband had died. I decided to investigate.
At one point it was like the hospital... we were given medications in this structured, inescapable environment.
But the people were cruel.
Two young women showed how homophobic and mean they could be towards me.
Strangely, the cruelest of minds seemed to hide in the frailest of old bodies and at this point it was plian the maz-like prison was not a psych ward, but a school, albeit an odd one.
The old woman escaped capture because no one wanted to hurt her, nor believed she, in her age and wrinkled prim body, could plan such things. But she had murder on her mind -- and had been responsible for the first death.
I was to teach a class, yet in the maze of guards and strange layout was late, and only found out what hte class was when I goth there -- to teach young children spelling and grammar. This seems an interesting twist on my usual "late for class" dreams that plague me, years after school ended.
It hardly seemed like a school.
But then the fear for my life started. Even kitty cats could be deadly. A cat, long-furred, appeared black and white at first glance, but if you'd look closely (dangerous, since this cat would attack viciously when you were in range), you'd see small patches of red-brown, making it a female and calico.
But other causes of death were more sinister. A purple oozing monster that luckily wouldn't go under doors for fear of getting stuck tried to get me.
And so I was hunted.
Eventually we were at a council or gathering of some sort. The ruler was Galain. I was assured that I would have the gelatin for a very important ritual (lasting specifically half an hour) after they were done with whatever it was they were doing -- the only things that were clear was that it was to be the detriment of the evil old lady and involved technology.
But I would have the gelatin for the Eye Ring, and it would shine, I was assured by the ruler.
Ensued a bicycle chase interupted by an ice cream truck that was much more fun to pursue.
But I ended up back at the meeting and took out my precious Eye Ring, small and immobile in its specially lined jewelry cradle, which changed to protect it.
