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I was at the beach house. With a bunch of other people, we needed some place to stop to stretch our legs and I volunteered the place. We were all hanging out, poking at things, there were a bunch of cats chasing mice, sea shells, it was very pretty. I don't remember the beginning part.

The clearest part was when I picked up the cat mask. Actually it was a cat face. Almost a mummified face. But it was almost in perfect condition. Orangish cat. It even had eyes, don't ask me how that happened, it's a dream. I carried it cupped in my hands up to the house, and everyone wanted to see. Bits of the edges of it started to flake off.

I wanted to get to one room where I knew there was something I could paint over it, a clear lacquer shell that would keep it intact. People kept wanting to touch it. Two guys, they were driving, and they said we had to go. I said, you go, I'm staying here. I was almost in tears at this point, screaming at people to keep away. I didn't want them breaking any more of it off. I got to the room I was going to, it was my grandparents', the master bedroom. It was small but pretty. Mostly empty, as the beach house usually is, with the big closets. On a table there were some pretty glass perfume vials in gold and coppers and oranges and browns that cast a light over the room. On a shelf beneath that, some clear nail polish, and that was what I was going for.

I went over and sat in front of the table and started to brush nail polish over the mask. One guy, the guy who had been walking with my trying to convince me to go the whole time, finally shut up and sat down and watched. People started to come in. One guy, at first. The first guy who was watching said something like, hold on, I think I know what she's doing. The other guy picked it up, and the ears fell off.

I cried. I screamed at him to leave me alone, and I tried to put the ears back on. I managed to get the one side that I'd already painted with clear nail polish back on. The other, I held to the mask very carefully while I glued it back. Two women came in behind him, then, the second guy, arguing. I told them to go away, that I'd stay and come back later, j ust go away. I'd be fine. And I knew I would, because it was my beach house. My family's house. The one guy who'd been sitting with me said he thought he knew what I was doing, and that he'd stay too. But they kept trying to pick up the mask while I was trying to glue/lacquer it back together. Beautiful orange kitty face. Delicate, though. If oyu picked it up wrong it would flake apart.

And then I woke up.

I don't think you need to be a rocket scientist to interpret this one.

March Madness

From _knots

Tell me up to four of these, and I'll write a fic about it, between 1000 and 5000 words. Comments will be screened, fic to be posted on April 1st. If you comment, please post this meme and participate on your own journal. I did, however, nerf the word counts to fit my writing amounts, so.

1)A Character Type (a gunfighter, a social worker, a vampire, an underwater basketweaver)
2)A Genre (Romance, Horror, Comedy)
3)A Time Period (Elizabethan, Victorian, Bronze Age)
4)A Random Element -- to be included or excluded (must involve teddy bears, no bananas)

Note: No prompts from the Big Damn List or the Big Damn Table may be used.

Let fly!