I Had a Weird Dream
I had an incredible dream that I revisited a place I'd been to in a dream a long time ago. It was a church that dream-MLK spoke at that I dreamed had been hit by a nuclear bomb. The outside of the building was really gorgeous and ornate like, think 20's era NY marble façades. When I walked inside I was in a very dark and drafty room, where piles and piles of bricks behind fences lay in front of the former church, which now only had the façade and the corners of the building (the outside of this "museum" was basically a bigger and more completed version of this structure)
I felt like I wanted to cry, the remains of the building were still smoking somehow, as though it has been preserved at one moment in time. In a previous dream I had walked through the ruins, seeing piles of ashes that used to be human. Someone told me not to walk in there though, because it was still radioactive.
When I turned around, I realized that I was in a giant amphitheater, with brilliant purple seats at a very steep angle all along one wall. Everyone sitting in the seats were merely black shillouettes, and their eyes were black slits. They were all weeping at the wreckage and watching it, as if it were a very moving play.
I walked out of the dusty, smoky room, also overcome with sadness and walked up some stairs when I heard some very operatic music. Across the hallway from the weeping room was another huge stadium, but this time it was empty. As I was walking towards it I had to step over 5 Celine Dion collectible Barbies, which made me recognize that the singer standing in the center of this hollow stadium was also Celine Dion (they were wearing the same clothes)
As I walked through the building, I noticed that the hallways were all dark. I walked through a creaky double-door like the kind they have in schools to find myself in a control-room much like those sports announcers sit in, but this one had a raised center where two lunch-tables that turned into beds sat.
I sat on he beds and marveled at the other things in the room (a vintage workstation and lots of old clothes) before I walked to the large window.
Looking down, I saw that we were overhanging a two-part basketball gym. Both 1960's style but one of them was dark, wracked by decay, all the flooring, seating, and equipment torn apart. On the other half was a normal gym that was still 1960's style. Curious at that I turned around to find myself face to face with a bespectacled man with a black mustache and goatee wearing a bowler hat and old 60's clothes.
He told me he was a writer, staying here for "inspiration" for his book about the nuclear explosion, and that the bed I was now sitting on belonged to the other man who lived here who was mysteriously absent
Then I woke up
I felt like I wanted to cry, the remains of the building were still smoking somehow, as though it has been preserved at one moment in time. In a previous dream I had walked through the ruins, seeing piles of ashes that used to be human. Someone told me not to walk in there though, because it was still radioactive.
When I turned around, I realized that I was in a giant amphitheater, with brilliant purple seats at a very steep angle all along one wall. Everyone sitting in the seats were merely black shillouettes, and their eyes were black slits. They were all weeping at the wreckage and watching it, as if it were a very moving play.
I walked out of the dusty, smoky room, also overcome with sadness and walked up some stairs when I heard some very operatic music. Across the hallway from the weeping room was another huge stadium, but this time it was empty. As I was walking towards it I had to step over 5 Celine Dion collectible Barbies, which made me recognize that the singer standing in the center of this hollow stadium was also Celine Dion (they were wearing the same clothes)
As I walked through the building, I noticed that the hallways were all dark. I walked through a creaky double-door like the kind they have in schools to find myself in a control-room much like those sports announcers sit in, but this one had a raised center where two lunch-tables that turned into beds sat.
I sat on he beds and marveled at the other things in the room (a vintage workstation and lots of old clothes) before I walked to the large window.
Looking down, I saw that we were overhanging a two-part basketball gym. Both 1960's style but one of them was dark, wracked by decay, all the flooring, seating, and equipment torn apart. On the other half was a normal gym that was still 1960's style. Curious at that I turned around to find myself face to face with a bespectacled man with a black mustache and goatee wearing a bowler hat and old 60's clothes.
He told me he was a writer, staying here for "inspiration" for his book about the nuclear explosion, and that the bed I was now sitting on belonged to the other man who lived here who was mysteriously absent
Then I woke up
