Dream

Dream:
 
Last night, I had a dream.
 
It was a strange dream.
 
I was naked, save for a white sheet wrapped around my shoulders. I was in my hometown. It was night, and it was raining. The lights of the city were of a deep crimson color. I knew I did not belong there. I wanted to go home. I was trying to find my way to the city and state where I live currently in the streets of Spokane, Washington. Something was pursuing me. I do not know what. But I knew I was being followed.
 
At length, I was greeted by a stranger.
 
Completely naked with blonde hair tied in a pony tail, the woman sat bareback on a red horse. The horse's eyes were of a deep blue color. Almost like it was blind. And thick, black nails--almost like railroad spikes--stuck out of its bloodless hooves. The horse wore no armor. Like I said, the woman was riding bare.  
 
"I have something to show you," the woman said.
 
I wrapped my sheet closer around my naked body and followed her.
 
She led me down to the Spokane River. An aisle like that of a morgue stood in the open air. Along the river were decaying oceanic creatures. Wales and dolphins mostly. All dead. All lying on the ground in various stages of putrefaction. I could smell the decay. I felt myself on the verge of vomiting. The naked woman rode slowly beside me as I walked along the aisle towards its end, where I knew the decaying corpses of humans waited for me.
 
I did not want to see the dead at the end of the aisle along the river. For the sake of my sanity, I longed to leap into the waters of the Spokane River, but the blood of the dead semi-coagulated ran from their bloated forms into the heavy flow of the waters.
 
And the woman on the horse would not allow me to turn my gaze from the horror before me.
 
I knew human cadaverous awaited.
 
And when at last we reached the embankment where the horror lay, I beheld a long, silver table. Upon this table was a bouquet of white flowers. It reminded me of the sort of table with which one would decorate a Christmas wedding. A mixed company sat there, speaking in low voices. I knew they spoke of a plan to dismantle some establishment within the city. They were terrorists. I knew they were terrorists. And I wanted to stop them. I wanted to prevent whatever catastrophe may unfold at their hands. But the dead lay about them, and I dared not approach.
 
The woman on the horse laid a hand upon my shoulder.
 
I do not know what she said.
 
She spoke to me in some bizarre voice that I did not recognize as my guide's.
 
I looked to the river. I knew I was going to die. I knew I was going to leap into the bloody waters. I did not want to hold my breath. I knew doing so would only make it worse.
 
I approached the waters.
 
And then I woke up.