nada

i dremt i was in a yellow lit hall in a rundown residential hotel once. No windows anywhere. Dizzy Gillespie sat on his bed in a tiny little room; his fingers wrapped around his horn and seemed to keep wrapping like a constricting snake, as he played a meloncholy tune that seemed to float in the yellow light.

I met a girl who was in such distress, she always seemed to be running away. I tried to help her, but a dark presence lurking around seemed to be drawing her into dark conforts. I managed to take her away. She openned up to my and I loved her. Big beautiful white wings sprouted from her.
I'm distracted by the building, so many strange rooms with odd beings; I can't tell if some are people or not. A grotesque, but such sweet, pathetic, humanity to them. They suffered, making them good deep down.

I remember the girl, but she's gone. I run and catch her as she's floating down the stairs. Her beautiful wings are dying. The feathers are decomposing and falling out to revealing leathery black wings with a shiny, obsidian black skeleton holding it together. her pale features turn dark and sad, almost onthe verge of crying. She disappeares out the door.

Next door is a dark concert hall, much like the one in Mulholand Drive. It's empty and dead silent. the girl is in a ball, arms around her legs, n the stage. the place is silent and still. A man waks out to her. He is handsome and dignified. He takes her hand and she stands, oddly in good spirit. She smiles with a selfish amuzement that compliments the man with the sinister air. He waves his hand over the empty seats.

Music begins to play violently and a band starts to appear in the band stand. It's swing, bouncy and joyfull, but evil at the same time. It gets louder and louder. I'm in a balcony on the left side of the stage. A soft but strong light illuminates me and the balcony. the man gives me a warm sincere smile. She looks at me and becomes depressed again. The man's features become rigid and angular. He has the fury of hell in his eyes. The music becomes a symphony of blaring instruments, with the power of a Beethoven finale. The music of Hades.

She runs up to me and I hold her in my arms as she cries. I then carry out the door and the dream ends.


real life doesn't seem so great after waking from a dream like that