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Dream:
A band of men abducts young women off the street. We ride around in their flying bus high above the city. A girl decides to ride on the top of the bus, in the open air. Figures try to attack her from behind--skeletons, dark evil things--but are repelled by pieces of clear plastic and metal rings that bind their hands.
One of the girls talks about why they pick the women they do. We’re bisexuals, we’re whores: basically, "loose". She says she doesn’t want to go back. This is better for her.
The men are not quite human. All are bound in some kind of strange pact. I ask why they are doing this; they reply that they’re proving how easy it is to do. By this they mean they’re proving how quickly people can get swept up into a mass mentality. Their movement, whatever it does, is growing day by day. We watch a video of another cell blasting a big hole in the earth in the shape of a heart.
I am mainly connected to one man, but I’m not “his girl”--my friend is, and I’ve come to try to break her out. We try to escape, but it’s not easy. In the end the man does it for us. He quits, essentially commits suicide. He takes off his mask. Unlike Darth Vader, no human face lies underneath--his head is an empty void inside a gold helmet. He removes the pieces of silver metal that let him speak, then is no more. A little sign, glowing and revolving, appears in the empty space that was his head: his body, still standing, is now for rent.
I look through his drawer of things. I find two photos of bright yellow daffodils against blue sky. I can’t tell if he took them himself or if they came with a camera as examples. There’s another photo but I can’t remember what it’s of.
The girl I was with is very small, the size of a 9yr-old, but a teenager. She’s with another guy now, not in the group. She made the choice to go with him but now she's trapped again. He’s tall and muscular in a grotesque way. He towers above her. He’s a psychopath. I don’t think I can help her now.
A band of men abducts young women off the street. We ride around in their flying bus high above the city. A girl decides to ride on the top of the bus, in the open air. Figures try to attack her from behind--skeletons, dark evil things--but are repelled by pieces of clear plastic and metal rings that bind their hands.
One of the girls talks about why they pick the women they do. We’re bisexuals, we’re whores: basically, "loose". She says she doesn’t want to go back. This is better for her.
The men are not quite human. All are bound in some kind of strange pact. I ask why they are doing this; they reply that they’re proving how easy it is to do. By this they mean they’re proving how quickly people can get swept up into a mass mentality. Their movement, whatever it does, is growing day by day. We watch a video of another cell blasting a big hole in the earth in the shape of a heart.
I am mainly connected to one man, but I’m not “his girl”--my friend is, and I’ve come to try to break her out. We try to escape, but it’s not easy. In the end the man does it for us. He quits, essentially commits suicide. He takes off his mask. Unlike Darth Vader, no human face lies underneath--his head is an empty void inside a gold helmet. He removes the pieces of silver metal that let him speak, then is no more. A little sign, glowing and revolving, appears in the empty space that was his head: his body, still standing, is now for rent.
I look through his drawer of things. I find two photos of bright yellow daffodils against blue sky. I can’t tell if he took them himself or if they came with a camera as examples. There’s another photo but I can’t remember what it’s of.
The girl I was with is very small, the size of a 9yr-old, but a teenager. She’s with another guy now, not in the group. She made the choice to go with him but now she's trapped again. He’s tall and muscular in a grotesque way. He towers above her. He’s a psychopath. I don’t think I can help her now.