The dream I awoke from was so terrifying that I can't write about it. It included a lot of travel for indocrination into some new cult, but that wasn't the scary part. We spent a lot of time waiting in airports and trying to find food, and at the very end met some prodigious musician. I was attacked in a stairwell, but I couldn't scream. My attacker was riding me piggyback, and I was running all over looking for someone to help. I finally ran out onto the street and mouthed the word "help" to bicyclists standing on the corner and they rescued me.
.
There, I wrote about it.
.
Sronnoc Esor
No comments:
Post a Comment