Shapes

After the revelations of August 4th Vix had decided to be even more careful than he had been in the months after the April 8th experience.
He’d kept his door firmly locked with all three locks at all times, and had been severely cautious about not leaving too many personal stains behind him online.
Still he woke one morning from a dream that left an impression for hours after waking up far too early:

He had been flying through a dark, foggy space.
The space seemed endless in all directions, or it was simply too dark in there to see its outer limits, he couldn’t tell from inside the dream.
Out of the darkness a luminescent structure gradually appeared.
At first the glowing red matrix of beams blinded him completely, but as his eyes adapted to the light he could see a familiar triangular shape being drawn out of the empty space.
A red, radiant Pyramid was emerging in front of him.
Suddenly a deep, humming sound hit his eardrums, like an electrified didgeridoo. The bass made him feel sick.
He desperately tried to turn around and escape, but couldn’t move.
He tried to close his eyelids, but the red beams had left an imprint on his retinas, and he could still hear the humming sound.
He was inescapably pulled in by the gravity of this ruthless geometrical being.
His heart was pounding inside his chest and his breath made a fast, whining sound between his teeth, like a sweating dog locked inside a car on a hot summer’s day.
The pulling didn’t stop until he found himself right in front of the light-structure. And then he saw it.
This was no Pyramid at all.
He slowly moved down along the side of the thing. It was triangular at each end, with ended in an upside-down “V”-shape. It was much longer at the two sides, and it looked more like an old wire-mesh computer graphic of the roof of an old house than a Pyramid.
The loud humming sound had disappeared, and instead he thought he could hear the sound of birds, like seagulls, and waves hitting the shore in a lazy, slow pulse. Only the sounds were like lo-fi digital representations of the real sounds, like the sound of a bad internet-stream.
Then Vix started laughing. Quietly at first, then more and more hysterically.
What a con this Pyramid was. Not scary at all. Just stupid and weird in some quirky way.
Then he became overwhelmed by a feeling of anger.
“This is such a fucking scam!” he thought.

When he woke up, he was still somehow angry at being conned and scared this way. Still it felt as if something was about to change, that this was some kind of sign.
He decided he needed to go see if Mr. Friend was in the Village.
After all, it was Sunday.