Thursday, 3 November 2011
10:11:08 PM (GMT)
A street, dark and long, going in directions I don't find familiar.
Riding with my friends on bikes, maybe three of us on our way to a large grocery
store sometime late at night.
We run into a larger group of people on bikes, one of them wearing a dark mask that
seems like a black KKK mask.
They trap us on the streets.
We end up at the store with the group of people and we run around the isles.
We're in an area that seems like outside but its in many different rooms.
We're fox people without tails. Skye was there.
A friend of ours, female, can fly; her arms have little wings on them, allowing her
But I'm a boy so I cannot fly, though I try very hard to.
Flowers. Many little flowers. Skye is sleeping in them.
I fly. By relaxing, my body floats into the air, allowing me flight.
But only until I realize I can.
The rooms are small, but I need to break into another room to save a friend from an
I sneak through a hole. He's there.
He's scared. The room is dark and small, grungy and full of pipes like a basement.
A tower, large with an elevator.
I try flying to the top but I cannot.
The elevator I'm inside goes to the top of the tower, forcing me to climb out of it
as if it were stuck. A friend of mine joins me.
I have to run from the same evil being.
A woman is joining me, she has a motorcycle. She starts it and begins peeling out of
my front lawn, I hop onto the back as quickly as I can and we ride down the street,
The backseat turns into a sideseat that I'm sitting on and the being chasing us keeps
breaking the link between the sidecar and the cycle.
Soon, we stop when we're safe. I kiss her.
I am attempting to construct wings for the flightless males of the species.
Knowing we can float but cannot fly.
I find a thin sheet in my laundry room and thick wire and start constructing an
apparatus to fit onto the body.
I am successful but never get to try it out.
More flowers. Lots of colors. A stream but in a room that looks like night.