Tiny People

I have had a series of reoccuring dreams of a race of people who are 3 to 5 inches tall. I ask myself, I said, "Self, why do you continue having these dreams?", so I started thinking. The storyline is already set. The characters all have names and jobs. And I have my bad guy, or, rather bad guys.

I was an important little guy named Zadik, and I had a very important job. Zadik was a scaler. His job was to climb up the walls of houses and buildings to look out for the rest of the group. Now, Zadik wasn't alone. His younger brother, Nadin, and his Uncle Bezzle were scalers too. They lived in the same hut, which was a "borrowed" baseball cap, with their Aunt Kaz and cousin Zim.

The area in which his clan lived was a mattress depot. There was plenty of surface area to roam, and the area didn't contain a cat, which would have devistated Uncle Bezzle's rat ranch. Uncle Bezzle was known as the clan's breeder. (They used rats as we use horse and cattle.) The only normal human they had in contact with was the son of the depot's owner. 19-year-old Brad Lemons was a quiet individual. He had no friends, so when this social outcast discovered these tiny people, he was eager to befriend them. Brad supplies Uncle Bezzle's rats with food, and when he can, Brad likes to watch Uncle Bezzle and Zim break the new rats in.

However, there are some men out in this world who see these little people as a threat to government balance. The Externments, a group of government agents, hunt down the clans and destroy them. It's a government district that, for most, "never exsists".

So, now that you know the basics of my first dream, I think I'm going to write this down. Enjoy it next time!