A slight wind blows in the early evening. It's not chilly, but it isn't sweltering, the happy medium between where you feel the most comfortable...and the safest.
You've seen the scene before, but you can't remember quite where. You've already realized you're dreaming, as you always do. You look upon the windmills spinning atop the hill, silently spinning away. As you stare at the windmills, you start to get an uneasy feeling, but you're unsure why. They're only windmills, what could they possibly do?
Grinding, screeching, but as if from miles away
ripping?
As you gaze upon the whirling fixtures on the hill, the feeling of unease turns into worry, and then dread. You realize the windmills are slowly turning around...to face you. The twirling blades never miss a beat, still spinning, as if on a set rhythm, completely disregarding the slight breeze that you feel brushing across you. They're only windmills!, you attempt to reason with yourself. There's no reason to be afraid! Your dread is only rising however, and it makes it impossible to even think. The windmills are facing directly at you, and-
-are they getting closer? Your dread has now evolved into panic, and every primitive sense is firing in your body, the freeze response already in effect. You know the windmills have already discovered you, and as the sun sets on the hill, the windmills seem to progress faster. You attempt to remind yourself this is a dream, but you don't believe your own words anymore, the words mean nothing to you. The only words in your mind are present, only two that matter to the natural world.
Flight...or fight.
With a last deep draw of every ounce of strength, you put your feet in motion and...
A. Flee
B. Advance
Roleplay: Windmills in the Waking Dream
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Originally Posted by Outrider
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