Forty-Fathom Dreams by Janne

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Title: Forty-Fathom Dreams
Category: ficlet, gen
Wordcount: 150
Summary: It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening - Rudyard Kipling

Thanks to torakowalski for waking up long enough to give this a once over.




Their dreams are ice-slow and just as cold, pushing slowly through endless, uncountable moments, thoughts moving as patiently and inexorably as a glacier. They dream away their passage through stars and space, sinking ever further into the coldest sleep. Memories merge until each heartbeat and thought is one, is all, and always was.

Sometimes they dream of food so plentiful they can simply reach out a hand and take, and they smile in their slumber. Sometimes they dream of food that has to be hunted. Their lips curl then too, but too fiercely to be a smile, though the feeling is like joy.

And, always, there is the hunger. Constant. Unchangeable. Muted but never sated. Under, over, twisting into and through every other feeling, gnawing at the edge of awareness.

Not yet, but sometime soon, it will begin to bite.

Soon, they will rise.

Soon, their hunger will be fed.

Comments

[janne-d.livejournal.com]

Thanks - the hive mind concept is really interesting because it is so hard to imagine how it would work.