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a dream i had
Its a bit in the future, but the neighborhood i live in looks a lot like a calm 50s suburb. i live in a green house. i was listening to music when she called me on a hologram thinggy and asks if i have an extra velociraptor egg she can have to make a kick ass omelet. im like yea sure just stop by later n pick it up. (like if thats completely normal). Later in the evening she shows up during her late night jog. she's wearing a sea green hoody. i hate that color. Its like the worst color in the world. But for that second it seemed nice. she greets me with a smile as she pulled out the earphones from her ears. i already had the egg in my hand so i jog to meet her. as i lean in for a hug i drop the egg on the cement and it gets dirty and a tiny crack. she says "fuck it its ok ill risk it" and im like “no way hoesay" so i go back inside to get another one. upon my return i notice there's an old 50s Bel-air car smoking in the middle of the street. the car is totaled and the hood is caved-in. i also notice her in the middle of the street crying but for some reason virtually unharmed. assuming the car hit her and ignoring the fact that the car and driver are in worse condition than she is, i used my mind to lift a chunk of the street and sidewalk and repeatedly smash the car and its driver. i did not stop. I didn't want to. i saw her face start to change. her face somehow glowing, she smiled as pink mists of blood splattered on her perfect pale face. like bright red paint on a fresh canvas or dropping tiny cherries in a giant tub of milk. at that point i felt complete peace and serenity. Like the thousands of voices in my head screaming in agony at me trying to break free are pacified and only one remained, hers. she slowly turns to me. she lit up a cigarette and walked towards me. it all seemed super slow-mo and Hi Def. like i didn't need glasses to see who she really was. i stared into her moonlit eyes and felt myself slip from side to side, and back and forth, but i wasn't really moving. it felt like that feeling you get the first time you use an elevator. only in all directions. she leans in close as if to whisper a secret. i hear her exhale mix with police sirens and then I woke up
Published 20th May 2012
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