This dream is still very vivid in my head. The colors, the sights, the recreation of an entire city of sharp angles. Sidewalks that extended into the sky as obtuse triangles. A central skyscraper of dizzying height, a greenish brown color. The city is by the ocean, a perfect blue ocean that is the horizon.
We went to the skyscraper to get a view of the city. After the lobby was a strange zigzagging catwalk that led up to the elevator floor. We were dripping wet for some reason. The guard wouldnt let us past. In fact, he threw a friend over the catwalk rail, who landed on his head. I was terrified that he was killed, and in me was born a burning animosity for this guard, this unjust monster. The friend was spitting teeth and blood, in between vomiting. But at least he was alive. We were in a lobby that was plastered with obscene pictures. Someone offered to get back inside the skyscraper and kill the guard. The guard was assassinated. We walked out to the streets, the vast streets. I had to keep taking in the sights. I lost my friends, they crossed the street and disappeared into the city. Strange angles everywhere. The streets, the sidewalk.
I ascended one of the great slabs of sidewalk that was an obtuse triangle that rose into the sky. From there I could see a market place, and the perfect blue ocean. My friends were somewhere out there.
I awoke feeling like I was living another life. I had been there before. Several times.
