The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
 

Lost
Forewarning. Giles/Ethan
 

The yellow fog is all around me; I can't see anything. I can barely see my
own feet. It's very unsettling because I know I'm going somewhere, but I
can't see where. It also feels like I've been walking for hours, and it's a
long, winding road, leading... I don't know where. Someone in the distance
yells, "Look out!" and I look around me, startled, but I can't see
anything, can't see the danger, or the person who warned me against it.

I wake up to find myself hugging my pillow tight. I'm covered in sweat and
it smells like fear. Still in my green underwear, I walk into the
shower and let the water run over me and wash away the dream fog.

***

When I tell him about the dream he isn't alarmed, and chalks it up to my
unemployment. Says I feel like I don't know where I'm going, and not to
take it too seriously.

"So who tried to warn me? And what from?"

He shrugs, and sips his tea.

"It's just a dream."

"You don't think it has further meaning?" I can't believe he's taking it so casually.

He perks up a bit. "Maybe it means you don't get laid enough. Lost in a fog
of unsatisfied libido."

I scowl. "I'm not a fan of Freud, Ethan, and neither are you."

He only chuckled. "Rupert, I'm sure that among all your books there is at
least one dictionary. Look up 'repressed', will you, old chap?"

I retort immediately. "There's a bucket under the sink, why don't you fill
it with icy water and sit in it for a while, *old chap*?"

Humorous and good-natured, he merely laughs, and continues our verbal
duelling. "Wouldn't want to freeze off anything you might want to use later, Rupert."

I shake my head at his predictable audacity, and at the same time admit to
myself that he's probably right.

We sip our tea in silence, and yellow-tinted fog starts crawling outside
and around the house, covering everything in its wake.
 

  Info:

Improv #5: "all around me" - green underwear - dictionary - "look out!" - bucket
Improv #7: fog - tea - yellow - "a long, winding road" - "I'm *not* a fan of...." - pillow
 

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