Dream

It starts with me waking up on the cold floor of a metalized forest. I’m running around when suddenly, I’m rock climbing an active volcano. Once I make it to the top, I suddenly jump in the moment and land inside a crystallized waterfall/river. Once, i swim out, I’m working in a small cubicle with different versions of me. Past and Future. Working hard for a job that will never pay. Then, I’m a farmer, harvesting morals and good deeds that will be useful for the long run. Then I’ sitting t=in the living room with three strange men who live in their own worlds. One made of flames, another of tar/oil, and the last of paint. After observing them and enjoying their company, they die their own slow, painful deaths. Then, I’m married with this man with a kid, you know, the traditional life. And it’s okay, but I’m a robot, very mechanical. Then, I’m living the single life any 20 year old would’ve loved, partying, making money, having fun. But when I get home, the sad Indie music starts playing and the monster I’ve been avoiding all my life is waiting for me in my apartment, and shoots me square in the chest. And I die. . . murdered by creativity.