Thursday, August 12, 2010

David Bowie Apocalypic Dream

Paris in Flames- Thursday
Greet Death- Explosions in the Sky
Five Years- David Bowie

Everything was on fire, even water. It was a fire I had never seen before. It wasn't hot, or red, or crackling and hissing like it ought to; it just burned everything. When the fire stopped it was a swamp. David Bowie met me a the reeds looking like his character from the cover of Ziggy Stardust, a soft and blurry, but not glowing. He looked at me and looked forward and I knew he wanted me to walk with him. As we walked we saw dead bodies, singed, half swallowed by the murky mucky swarm, faces frozen in horror like they were slowly drowning; I still didn't hear anything. The mud was smooth and slick like wet clay. By the time we reached out destination I was caked in it-- David was not. I found myself at a large southern style mansion. For the first time in the dream I saw green it was a gargantuan weeping willow tree; the mansion seemed dwarfed in comparison. We went inside and I heard snapping and crackling. David led me into a very classic black and white kitchen. An elderly African woman was frying chicken and began talking to herself about me as if she had known me a long time. It was alarming but somehow comforting. David took my arm and led me through the rest of the house. There were many rooms, more than could physically fit in the space. The rooms were full of children covered in mud, like me. After this tour, David led me back outside. We sat on a swinging bench and saw people moving around 30 yards away. They were disheveled and leaping upon each other in a writhing heap of blood and violence-- they may or may not have been trying to eat each other. Horrified, I turned away to look at David, who looked on. He looked at me, took a breath, closed his eyes and walked away. The people began to move closer. I begin to worry for my safety and the safety of the children inside. I step of the bench and turn to go back in the house when I feel teeth sinking into my arm. I think "They are going to eat me, I am going to die" and I fell over onto the grass knowing all of those children were next.

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