Death Dreams...
I had a dream where the world had been bombed... My parents were dead, Chris, Bro and bros friends plus a gal buddy I had... We were alive still, but were were all going to die, too... the radiation was going to get us. I was dying inside as well in the dream, my depression killing me, even as I struggled to be happy that I, and some of the people I loved, were all alive still. I remember 'being' my friend, and how I was a glass maker. We were running out of sand... the world where I was was so corrupt and diseased that finding clean water was rare. The landscaped was burned red and ruined, bodies and naked bones on the streets and dead red grass. It was horrible... to see all those people just, die, just fall over and never have a chance.
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jeweledunisis) wrote,
sad
