I dreamt strange dreams last night.
I was watching a video which was a song asking god to let the end of the world not come quite yet, we need one more hour.
"Alice is in the refridgerator, water's pouring from ceiling to ground, and god we ask you, please, one more hour, no one can think at 9 AM.. No one can think at 9 AM... No one can think at 9 AM.."
I see Alice open a closet, and a waterfall of water comes out and continues to. In slow-mo the father knocks over the teapot of coffee and it shatters to the floor, with more water swirling the ground. The song continues. It shows a view of the city, which is slowly flooding over. And the song asks god, one more hour before the world ends, because no one can escape at 9 AM, no one can think at 9 AM, please, just one more hour.
At the end of the music video of my dream, my dad leaves. Well, it goes back to my point of view, and for some reason I know he has to go, and I know he's dying. I'm sad and don't want him to go, bult he says he has to. He opens the front door, and gives me a hug goodbye before walking down the steps and out into the darkness. I watch him walk down towards the street, and I can hear sounds of heaven in the distance, and see silhouette of sunflowers against the night sky. As he disappears into the night, it fades and it's my world again.
Mom runs out, saying 'he's gone?! without saying goodbye?' He only said goodbye to me.
At some other point, I dreamt I fell in love with someone who wasn't even young anymore. Well, I fell for who they used to be. I read what he used to write, and he was exactly like me. I looked up all about him, and tried to find more. I found that at this point, he would be 50 years old. I looked hard for pictures of him as a child, and continue to read what he wrote. Pity he wasn't in my generation.
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