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Published by Mayonnais under on 11:38 PM
A dream I had last night:
It's fragmented, like always.
I'm on a monorail that's going over an expanse of water. It's more like a shoddy little car, on a rail, far above an ocean on a track. The metal is rusted, and convoluted, and the sun is setting. I pick up speed, and can't control it. There are bridges and cross-rails, and I'm trying to get to the track that gets me to a city on the horison. Only, every turn I take seems to be the wrong one, and the metal of the rails gets more and more decayed. Suddenly I realize that the track is ending soon but I can't stop my car from going towards the jagged end and into the black of the dusk ocean.
Flash to an enormous empty tank, and a platform at the top where I'm sitting, with a fire hose in hand. I'm responsible for filling the tank with water to send as relief to some country without enough clean water. So, I'm filling the tank, very slowly, and my water cuts out.
I try everything I can to fix it, and am told that the water supply relies on a steady supply of human blood, and that I was taking blood from a baby. The baby has no blood left now, and that's why the water stopped.
Will I ever stop having extraordinarly fucked up dreams?
It's fragmented, like always.
I'm on a monorail that's going over an expanse of water. It's more like a shoddy little car, on a rail, far above an ocean on a track. The metal is rusted, and convoluted, and the sun is setting. I pick up speed, and can't control it. There are bridges and cross-rails, and I'm trying to get to the track that gets me to a city on the horison. Only, every turn I take seems to be the wrong one, and the metal of the rails gets more and more decayed. Suddenly I realize that the track is ending soon but I can't stop my car from going towards the jagged end and into the black of the dusk ocean.
Flash to an enormous empty tank, and a platform at the top where I'm sitting, with a fire hose in hand. I'm responsible for filling the tank with water to send as relief to some country without enough clean water. So, I'm filling the tank, very slowly, and my water cuts out.
I try everything I can to fix it, and am told that the water supply relies on a steady supply of human blood, and that I was taking blood from a baby. The baby has no blood left now, and that's why the water stopped.
Will I ever stop having extraordinarly fucked up dreams?
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