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I had a dream that the world had changed. We were running from something, but I don't know what. There was a storm brewing. We knew it was impending- we could see the sky blacken and across the marsh the brilliant flashes of lightening struck in branch-like patterns straight to the ground.
I could not distinguish the man I held company with, but I knew him as my lover. I never saw his face.
We, the baby, and a college friend or two traversed the suburbs of Philadelphia.
The bridge to West Philly had been transformed into a crude barricade. Large stone slabs jutted up into the sky. The arched gateways were full to the gills, surrounded by old mattresses and refuse. It smelled dank and moldy. Squatters, tweakers, and pigeons wandered amongst the mess. We were getting closer to who-knows-where.
The storm grew closer. The lightning shot down dozens of strands at a time, making the clouds angry celestial jellyfish, stinging the earth with their tendrils.
We arrived at a place rustic enough to be your great uncle's old home. I never saw the outside, but the inside suggested that a middle-to-upper aged couple had previously resided there. Kitchy porcelain figurines haunted the living area. A happy blue rabbit clutching a daisy, a Precious Moments boy leaning over to kiss his mate, long having vanished in the struggle to survive. The storm nearly upon us, we chose our rooms. I had a vague feeling that we had previously seen this place. I imagined my father putting clothes into his dresser drawer. His (and mr mother's, though I never saw her) room was the small one with built in closets that was hidden behind the bookshelves. Mine was aside it.
The back half of the house was not formed and stretched out in the night as a high school football field, unlit- seemingly supernaturally dark.
I tucked my daughter safely away and ran into the field. Something was calling me- I needed to rescue something, someone, perhaps even myself.
The jellyfish clouds turned a shade of pink I've seen the sky before, but the clouds swirled themselves to look like Japanese cutouts- origami in the nearly pitch black void. The lightning was now constant. No flashes, no thunder, only long beams of buzzing electricity. They moved steadily through the sky as do many Atari aliens.
In a scuffle with an invisible demon I fell, clawing forward towards my daughter- she needed to be safe. The searing jolt of electricity hit me in my right shoulder, pinning me. Every cell lit up, I shivered, my hairs stood on end, and it was suddenly off of me. I sprung and ran, feeling none of my extremities and still somehow commanding them to move. I made it to the room, but the dream was falling apart. Books flew off of shelving, clothes scattered the floor.
My lover clutched my daughter and me tightly.
And I awoke.
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