Saturday, January 4, 2020

Dream 1-3/1-4 2020

In a factory; large room, exposed pipes.  All black except for bright lights hanging from the ceiling.  Bright flash - it's the Bomb.  The old black-and-white footage of a house being blown over by the blast replays over and over.  Cut to a voiceover (cross between a 50's documentary voiceover and a snarky teen) talking about the flesh being blown off the body.  Hopeful young voice cuts in, "Will we be dry whenwe fall?  I hope we'll be dry when we fall!"  "Nah, you fall down gooey just like everyone else."

People falling to the floor - skin and most of the flesh blown off, landing down on the floor that's made of black screen mesh.  We're gooey, but our meat has the color of fresh pork chops.  The images of people falling loops several times until I wake up.