Last night I had a dream. In the dream heavy winds ushered in menacing storm clouds.
Some one said the weather was caused by a gigantic near-Earth asteroid. I looked up and there it was, immense in the sky.
It didn't take long for the clouds (above) to cover everything.
It was an ugly, grey rain, the kind that saps your energy and makes it impossible to think. I ran into a restaurant to get away from it.
Overjoyed, I raced out the back door where I found a steep set of stairs. Something felt wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. A bicyclist raced by. I ran down the steps to flag him down.
Out on the street (above) everything was dry and silent. No sign of the bicycle man. No movement of any kind. It was like a frozen frame in a piece of film, only it was real.
I wandered into an apartment building (above). One of the doors was open, and I stepped inside. A man was there but he refused to talk or even look in my direction.
In a corner a couple made passionate love. Their heavy breathing and my own footsteps were the only sounds I could hear.
Somehow I knew that if I touched the woman something horrible would happen. I ran out onto the street but nothing looked familiar...
...and that's when I woke up.
Or it would have been if I had actually dreamed this dream. I have to admit that I made it up. One of these days I'll put up a real dream if I can remember to write it down.
BTW: some of the photos here are from a terrific blog called "If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats."