Dreams - may 29th

it is the archetypical cressent shaped bay, with a city by the shore and forests rising up the slopes of low hills to where we sit. firecrackers pop in the night sky and perfectly compliment the lights of the city down below.
he says, isn't it shame the city lights are there - distracting from the fireworks?
no, they make me think there are other people out there, living their lives. people who are worth it. I would be sad to see the lights go.
and the lights blink out. a few lonely (can they be lonely?) firecrackers pop weakly (can they 'pop' weakly?).
he points up to the sky, look! and a ball of colored lights flies across the sky - streaking across the sky
the air changes as the ship(?) passes overhead
this is not good
the air is cold
as if, at the time of their death, all the lives - bodies - down below gave up all their heat
and it escaped through the hole the ship punched through the sky
we are frozen with indecision
what to do
what to do
back to the summer cabin
the rickity cabin
where we had hoped to spend the warm night
not needing much shelter
just a few bottles of wine
and a fire for looks
and each other when the embers burned down low
what protection will it offer now?
anything will do
we wil hide in the cabin
he points down the city, look! (stop pointing, stop pointing, stop pointing)
a procession of bodies is walking up the path to the cabin
survivors!
carrying what they need to survive
carrying their most precious possssions
carrying their dead
he grasps at my arm
I am frozen with fear, here take this - chew it
what is it?
watermelon extra - it willsave your life
he puts it in his pocket
he is excited and relieved
but I can see they are not survivors
almost like us
at any other time, they would be just like us
but here
now
en mass
these are not survivors
these are something else
carrying what they need to survive
carrying their most precious possssions
carrying our dead
he is running towards them they are close
so close I can see the stars glitter their eyes
he is excited - we will not be alone
I hadn't thought we would be
the leader of the procession puts down his burden
a stretcher he carries behind him, the other end dragging on the ground
the body of a young girl laying still placed on top
the leader starts to laugh
the leader points at him as he runs closer (stop pointing, stop pointing, stop pointing)
don't you see - we are not like you
we are not like you
we are not like you
he falls to the ground
others walk over to take charge of the body
the leader looks at me
with glitter in his eyes
we are not like you
we are not like you
we are not like you
I chew my gum
it is too sweet, my mouth is too wet
but the fragrance (strange) I feel it curling over my face filling my nose
the leader is laughing heartily now
we are not like you
we are not like you
we are not like you
the cabin stands like a fortress behind me