The wondrously-complex mind of a certain beleaguered xenobioligist named Janx found itself to be dreaming. The subconscious control center noted this with no great surprise. It was well aware regular dreaming was a necessary measure to clear out negative energies and to infuse the thought centers with fresh energy. The fact it was a free-form dream, outside the normal parameters, was somewhat…disquietes and to infuse the thought centers withing.
Janx found himself swimming in a narrow channel between towering cliffs of stone. In and of itself, this was not noteworthy. Janx liked to swim. No, the disturbing aspect was that he was being pursued as he swam…by himself. Given recent unfortunate circumstances, it was logical he would dream of pursuit, but why would Janx have need to pursue himself?
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: chase. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 26th such and previous installments may be found here.