Woke up this morning, it's true.
I still think this neighborhood is a pretty safe place, but when Pie was on the other end of the line telling me her car window had been busted out I had to think twice. Nothing was taken, thankfully, but that's an interesting way to start one's day. For me at least.
At her old apartment there was some fairly minimal packing/cleaning to finish and in my state of being dead tired I did my best to help. Especially in light of the situation, but I'd have done it anyway.
Just before we were running a box out to the car the rain started up and caught us. We weren't out there long but I was pretty well soaked by the time we got in. There was a gloominess to it that was fascinating. Probably because things looked so much the way I was feeling at the time. The rain died, the trees dripped water from the leaves falling into the grass where little rivers trickled to the sidewalks and poured towards the gutters.
When the rain started again it was only light so I went outside to smoke. And think.
That morning I'd had one of those apocalypse dreams I have occasionally. Stuck in an odd bit of time, there are people everywhere. The landscape is this huge cement park built in steps like an ancient Roman colosseum and everything is fairly warm. It's a bright day and people are scattered but there are a ton of them. Families I don't know. Friends I didn't know I had, clumped together ten feet away.
And I'm waiting for it. I'm far enough away from the blast, I just need to hear it so I can move toward the thick stone wall. And it happens. I make a mad dash.
Without looking, I know they all looked up at the last thing they'd see.
Turn back and it's just bones and dust.
I just start walking and eventually I make it to a wooded area. Even though the dream is too cloudy to specifically remember, I am of an understanding that wherever I am is almost exactly the same place my dream started. I continue walking, I arrive at a large Roman colosseum style park. There are giant decaying stone walls. On all sides. Tiny rivers, lazy and sparkling on either side. Waterfalls in the background. Everyone looks so warm and I climb the step because I know I'm being tested.
My friends are there. Without alarming them, I let them know that they will have to follow me at some point. About 45 seconds later I hear an explosion and I look up to see the mushroom cloud rising, hold my arms out and make the indication for them to move for the stone wall. They run and we make it just before the fallout hits. I look around and it's all dust and bones but my friends are safe. I leave them there and start walking. Everything looks very familiar as I start walking through a wooded area and I just want the dream to end.
That's all I remember about it.
I've had an unusually productive day.
I still think this neighborhood is a pretty safe place, but when Pie was on the other end of the line telling me her car window had been busted out I had to think twice. Nothing was taken, thankfully, but that's an interesting way to start one's day. For me at least.
At her old apartment there was some fairly minimal packing/cleaning to finish and in my state of being dead tired I did my best to help. Especially in light of the situation, but I'd have done it anyway.
Just before we were running a box out to the car the rain started up and caught us. We weren't out there long but I was pretty well soaked by the time we got in. There was a gloominess to it that was fascinating. Probably because things looked so much the way I was feeling at the time. The rain died, the trees dripped water from the leaves falling into the grass where little rivers trickled to the sidewalks and poured towards the gutters.
When the rain started again it was only light so I went outside to smoke. And think.
That morning I'd had one of those apocalypse dreams I have occasionally. Stuck in an odd bit of time, there are people everywhere. The landscape is this huge cement park built in steps like an ancient Roman colosseum and everything is fairly warm. It's a bright day and people are scattered but there are a ton of them. Families I don't know. Friends I didn't know I had, clumped together ten feet away.
And I'm waiting for it. I'm far enough away from the blast, I just need to hear it so I can move toward the thick stone wall. And it happens. I make a mad dash.
Without looking, I know they all looked up at the last thing they'd see.
Turn back and it's just bones and dust.
I just start walking and eventually I make it to a wooded area. Even though the dream is too cloudy to specifically remember, I am of an understanding that wherever I am is almost exactly the same place my dream started. I continue walking, I arrive at a large Roman colosseum style park. There are giant decaying stone walls. On all sides. Tiny rivers, lazy and sparkling on either side. Waterfalls in the background. Everyone looks so warm and I climb the step because I know I'm being tested.
My friends are there. Without alarming them, I let them know that they will have to follow me at some point. About 45 seconds later I hear an explosion and I look up to see the mushroom cloud rising, hold my arms out and make the indication for them to move for the stone wall. They run and we make it just before the fallout hits. I look around and it's all dust and bones but my friends are safe. I leave them there and start walking. Everything looks very familiar as I start walking through a wooded area and I just want the dream to end.
That's all I remember about it.
I've had an unusually productive day.
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razorfist:
parks:
It all makes sense, I don't understand