You know, last night I dreamt that the world was ending all around me. Roads were cracked and broken and building were laying on their sides, collapsed.
It wasn't too bad thinking about everything ending. There was grass and tree roots poking up through the ground. I approved of that. I have always liked the notion of the land taking itself back.
But then I dreamt that I was the only person left alive. And that was okay too. I know it is a little bit conceited to think about being the only person in the world to survive the fiery end.
I wasn't alone though. And that was the problem, because my only company was this giant chicken. I think he was a mascot. It bothered me a bit, being left alone in the world with a giant chicken.
How would you feel stuck, alone with only a giant chicken to keep you company? I felt ridiculous. I was glad the world had ended so that nobody could see that I was such a loser that I survived Armageddon in the company of a giant chicken. I kept looking over my shoulder in case there was somebody around who could see us.
Besides, he was a very unpleasant giant chicken. Bossy and cranky too. Well, we'd walk along deserted stretches of road and when I turned left he'd say, "no! turn right." What was the point I ask you. It wasn't as if we had anywhere in particular to go. The worst part was that I'd start arguing about which direction we should go.
Even though I knew there was no point in arguing, I argued anyways. I hate when I do that. What's the point in arguing when fate has already written the rest of the story for you.
2 comments:
Interesting dream. You could erite an story about it. Sometimes I write my dreams and try to write.
Greetings from Barcelona!
Good post.
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