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Last night I had a very strange dream. Usually I find it is boring when others tell you about their dreams, unless you are in it or someone has sex. But this dream is different. That is my promise.
I am at a concert and they are feeding me soup through a mask I must wear as I dance. (No, I cannot dance.) Before we are to take the stage, a deep rumbling comes up from the ground and I feel it very strongly through my knees. A film director (I do not know which), he takes me by the hand and we are walking through Los Angeles with his family. A wife and two daughters. The wife informs that there will be a landslide and that we will watch from the counter-Los Angeles which balances this one. We cross to this safer Los Angeles and we watch. All the buildings shake and flake off, like very tall and flimsy pastries. (I become hungry watching them fall.) There was screaming and the film director realized he had left his daughters on the wrong Los Angeles and that now they are in all probability dead. He and the wife went to search for the children. I knew they are not coming back. On a hill I see my grandmother (Who has been dead for some time. Masha, do you remember her honey cake? Fuck, I am hungry.) and I must follow her. I follow her up the hill for a very long time before I collapse and she keeps moving. I have never known her being so full of energy. I awake as my head strikes concrete.
It is a very strange dream, yes? It has made me feel very uneasy.
I am at a concert and they are feeding me soup through a mask I must wear as I dance. (No, I cannot dance.) Before we are to take the stage, a deep rumbling comes up from the ground and I feel it very strongly through my knees. A film director (I do not know which), he takes me by the hand and we are walking through Los Angeles with his family. A wife and two daughters. The wife informs that there will be a landslide and that we will watch from the counter-Los Angeles which balances this one. We cross to this safer Los Angeles and we watch. All the buildings shake and flake off, like very tall and flimsy pastries. (I become hungry watching them fall.) There was screaming and the film director realized he had left his daughters on the wrong Los Angeles and that now they are in all probability dead. He and the wife went to search for the children. I knew they are not coming back. On a hill I see my grandmother (Who has been dead for some time. Masha, do you remember her honey cake? Fuck, I am hungry.) and I must follow her. I follow her up the hill for a very long time before I collapse and she keeps moving. I have never known her being so full of energy. I awake as my head strikes concrete.
It is a very strange dream, yes? It has made me feel very uneasy.