Salvador Dali Mirage

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You're only putting off the inevitable," it said.
"Suits me."
"We could take it anyway."
"Take it, then. But I don't think you can. You can't take anything unless it's given to you, can you?"
They circled round.
"You'll give it to us," said the Simon-thing.
Some of the other Things were approaching now, striding back across the desert with horrible jerky motions. Esk glanced sideways at the distant mountains, sprawled on the chilly horizon like melted mud pies. There were no trees, not even any rocks. Just sand and cold stars and
She felt the movement rather than heard it and turned with the pyramid held between her hands like a club. It hit the Simon-thing in mid-leap with a satisfying thump, but as soon as it hit the ground it somersaulted forward and bounced upright with unpleasant ease. But it had heard her gasp and "You'll get tired," it continued. "We can wait. We're very good at waiting." It made a feint to the left, but Esk swung around to face it. "That doesn't matter," she said. "I'm only dreaming this, and you can't get hurt in dreams." The Thing paused, and looked at her with its empty eyes. "Have you got a word in your world, I think it's called 'psychosomatic'?" "Never heard of it," snapped Esk. "It means you can get hurt in your dreams. And what is so interesting is that if you die in your dreams you stay here. That would be niiiiice."