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waking life.
i keep having this reoccuring dream where i'm running from two men wearing brown trenchcoats in a parking lot. there are no buildings anywhere in view, and there is snow gently falling all around. it would be a serene sight, if i wasn't pumping adrenaline with every frantic footfall of my shoes. everywhere i look are black chevrolet suburbans, and everyone that i pass, more faceless men are climbing out to continue the pursuit.
everytime i pass the lone white suburban in the sea of black, i trip, tumble and fall. smacking my head on the wet concrete i begin to bleed profusely from the mouth and nose. i attempt to stand and try to run again, only to slip on a puddle of my own blood.
one of the assailants catches up to me, grabbing my shoulder and throwing me into the side of one of the vehicles. i struggle against his almost superhuman strength, and start running again. coming to the edge of the lot, jawbreaker's bivouac cues in. "the katydid will be torn apart and it's dismembered body carried back to the bivouac. by the end of the day, raiding parties return along the main trail..." i give one last look back at the amalgamation of blank faces as blake screams "bivouac!". i feel seven or eight bullets rip through my back, exploding out of my abdomen.
i collapse on the frozen earth, clawing at the snowy grass, as if to pull myself into safety, wherever that may be. using my elbows and knees, i roll down the hill onto what looks like a freeway, black cars like ants speeding by. i rise to my feet and try to cross only to get hit by a car.
everytime i wake myself, i'm sitting up in bed, coughing and sobbing emotionless tears. i've had this dream everynight for the past thirteen days.
i keep having this reoccuring dream where i'm running from two men wearing brown trenchcoats in a parking lot. there are no buildings anywhere in view, and there is snow gently falling all around. it would be a serene sight, if i wasn't pumping adrenaline with every frantic footfall of my shoes. everywhere i look are black chevrolet suburbans, and everyone that i pass, more faceless men are climbing out to continue the pursuit.
everytime i pass the lone white suburban in the sea of black, i trip, tumble and fall. smacking my head on the wet concrete i begin to bleed profusely from the mouth and nose. i attempt to stand and try to run again, only to slip on a puddle of my own blood.
one of the assailants catches up to me, grabbing my shoulder and throwing me into the side of one of the vehicles. i struggle against his almost superhuman strength, and start running again. coming to the edge of the lot, jawbreaker's bivouac cues in. "the katydid will be torn apart and it's dismembered body carried back to the bivouac. by the end of the day, raiding parties return along the main trail..." i give one last look back at the amalgamation of blank faces as blake screams "bivouac!". i feel seven or eight bullets rip through my back, exploding out of my abdomen.
i collapse on the frozen earth, clawing at the snowy grass, as if to pull myself into safety, wherever that may be. using my elbows and knees, i roll down the hill onto what looks like a freeway, black cars like ants speeding by. i rise to my feet and try to cross only to get hit by a car.
everytime i wake myself, i'm sitting up in bed, coughing and sobbing emotionless tears. i've had this dream everynight for the past thirteen days.