Nobody's Gone Fishin'

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Recollection


Always get confused when I've been at it too long. I need a break. Got the pieces, but forgot the picture. Only clue I got is an empty bottle of amnestics with a torn note taped over the dosage. What am I trying to tell me? Remember not to forget. Forget what? Play it by ear for now. Given the drugs, I wonder if the goose is chasing me this time.

Am I the goose? Focus. Something feels off. Seasonal? Only thing I'm on is coffee and already my brain is wandering. Address on the bottle wasn't from a pharmacy. Took a bit at the bank, but tracked it down to a safety deposit box. One of mine? Contents only madden the unhelpful.

* Fishing lure
* Comic book
* A tape measure
* Dreamcatcher
* Campus flyer
* Note that reads, "The Wright Way."

Symbols. I'll start with what I know. Have to fill in the rest. Just a dog chasing its own tail.


First steps:


Meet up with Spectrum, Spectral, the hell's his name. Spe. Right, forgot it does that. He may talk like a damn PSA, but he can smell evil a mile off.

Way I see it, he should owe me a favor after that hospital fiasco. Got a backup plan if he sees it otherwise. Thing in the stairs keeps its distance around him.

Foundation never made it to the bottom. Never found the door. Nightmares hide at the bottom of fear. D-9884 Becky's still down there. Think that's her name. Bring her something decent to eat.



Notes: The hell was I doing?


* Steal Get agnostics. ✓
* Get gnostics. ✓
* Practice the Geas ✓
* Fishing Pole ✓
* Top off amnestic/mnestic supply.

Robbery set for 3:15 pm. Bank's close enough to campus.

* Grab a decent lunch to go.
* Acquire map of the campus.


In their house now:


Let him take the lead. Hero needs his villains. I could use a rest anyway. Only down, but stairs are stairs no matter which way you go. Took a day, but can't help shake the feeling this isn't new. That many flights, should've tripped somewhere. Too normal familiar.

Took the agnostics. Not sure if they work on him, but was in a sharing mood.

* He distracts, I pocket.

* Find the book. Say the rhymes. Guess we're both leading.

* Get Lengthwise's hat. Key Backdoor to Oneroi.

* Subterfuge. Don't get ahead of everything.

This is their playhouse. Stick to shadows. Be stuck here forever if I can't find them. They'll most likely find us. Gotta be an easier way to do this.


Reconstruction:


Finally, I have some breathing room. Two days in the dark has its own side effects. Thought I'd have more than the edge pieces of this puzzle by now. Only thing I know for sure is I've done this all before. The planning, the movements. They all feel too practiced. Like muscle memory. I'm still trying to fill in the blanks. Amnestics don't erase everything. What am I playing at?

At least I got a show. The unstoppable force and all that. Next time I'll bring something to record it. Next time? Concepts always gum things up. Slipping past the Foundation is easy compared to dealing with them. Waiting for gnostics to kick in.

Still can't help but wonder if this is the best way to go about it. Do I have to overcomplicate it just to get my own attention? What's that place with the waffles? Dammit. Mind is wandering again. Empty stomach fogs things up worse than the concepts. Stuck trying to figure out the madness to my method.

What's the why?


Where am I sending me?

Next Steps:

* Stay on the trail.

* Figure out this damn hat before it's missed. Remember to return it on way back.

* Assuming I left more clues for myself.

* Maybe I should just get a fish.


The Lucid Path


Hat brought me here. Did I miss something? Jagged beams of light across an endless black. Feels like Lamp Line's End, maybe the outskirts. I've been here before. Recognize the signs. Carved my initials in this darkness. The sound of nostalgia plays in my head. A muffled beat on repeat. What is it? hmmm heeber? Can't think. The empty trains are like pieces of the hollow I'm feeling. Still hungry. Why didn't I think of that?

The cocktail of mind fuckery I've taken doesn't make it easier. The goose flies south Focus. Too easy to get lost in the in-between. Still, I think I'm in the clear. Stay off the tracks to stay on the trail. I've got to find something to navigate by.


The flickering lights criss-cross like a web. At least this place still keeps its schedule. It's not much, but good enough. Only one way path way. Can't feel time here, but it feels me. Why did I opt for the backdoor?


To Do:


* Keep walking.
* Go over contents of box again.
* Hitch a ride if the opportunity Just keep walking. No more distractions.

I've gotta be close.


Recreation


For once, I tricked myself into something half-decent. Glad I didn't catch it straight away. Lyrics woven into a map. Remember After all that, wasn't expecting to end up here with only a single word on a page. I suppose it makes sense. The Rube Goldberg of it all. Not too often I come across the word, "vacation".

Used the page to start my campfire. Makes it all the better. The nonsense before. If it ain't broke…

Why here? Still not sure. Where else would I go for R & R? I guess someone like me only eases up in a dream. And leave tomorrow behind.

How do I leave? Who cares?


To Do:

* Fish.
* Whatever.
* Nothing.
* Relax.
* Remember not to forget.

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