For Amalia's Dream Sequence Blogfest
This is from one of those books I felt I had to write. I don't know if it is at all publishable. It's more of a fictography than a fiction.
Note the passive tone and the abundance of was constructs and the bland tone. The whole book is dreary like that.
The name Evander means Good Man. This entire passage is a dream and is snipped for brevity.
Evander James Genesee assumed his position on the smooth-worn log. All the bark had been peeled from the log, all the knots dulled. Evander preferred the left-side of the log, where he'd managed to wear in a depressed seating area, and because for some reason, he preferred to be to God's right, rather than to God's left.
"Hello, Evander," said Sage. She was naked, but somehow not naked in a sexual manner. The angel was beautiful in the way a naked baby was beautiful, naked in the way an animal was naked, with long, flowing, wild blonde hair, and firm, well-used muscles toning her body.
"Hello, Sage," Evander said. "I still can't see his eyes."
"Nor will you," Sage replied. "Not yet."
In front of Evander hovered a massive blue face, mask-like and endless, merging its chin with the ground, and its forehead with the clouds. Evander's log sat on grass-covered earth twenty-one steps away from the face. Behind the face lay an open field of waist-high grass, and above the grass hung a blue sky with scattered high clouds. The face's mouth hovered several stories above the ground and spanned a hundred feet in width. The mouth seemed to be in a slight smirk, much like the Mona Lisa, and sometimes Evander wondered if da Vinci had seen the same blue God. He wondered if da Vinci had met Sage.
"So, um, did you see that guy tonight?" Evander looked over at Sage. She stood to Evander's right, facing the blue God.
"Yes," said Sage. "I sent him to you."
"God didn't send the guy?"
"I do God's will, Evander. As do you."
"Well, I'm ready to come home, Sage. I'm tired. I can't do this thing anymore. I want to come home."