Today I found life, in unicorns. Cyan unicorns brought me here, to the wonders of this world. My coming here couldn't of been happier. The unicorns were kind and graceful in their carriage. I barely felt a slight nudge as I landed in this happy little world; surrounded by unicorns. Forest was everywhere in sight, and lush, and happy.
But then the world turned dark with evil. I didn't know what was going on for hours as the world was illuminated with images of skyscrapers and monkeys with needles in their arms running up and down clouds and stop signs made of cheese covered in flaming fungus; the streets were padded with layer after layer of dead wood, rock, and purple zebra. Flying narwhals shooting laser-beams out of their eyes were crowding the skies, making it impossible to understand or see anything. Mechanical pieces were drilled and cut into their skin. Walls were beginning to move. I could see eyes with eyelashes of Ra swimming across the plains of apartments and office buildings. Restaurants were all closed and replaced with old, abandoned shacks full of crying dead chickens running around, frantically searching for spare coins.
I divebombed into one of these shacks to avoid the fire. Sooner than immediately, I was surrounded by dead, ready-to-cook, naked chickens and turkeys and geese and men and cows and things kicking me as I lay on the greasy floor and running off to hide or rather search for more anonymous petty change. A pig stole my wallet the unicorns had giving birth to me with. I didn't even have the chance to Identify what was in it. The scene was of terror. I didn't know what to do.
I struggled up to my feet and chased after the hog, who was slowly morphing into a rodent of some kind; becoming smaller and smaller. Corner after corner I chased this rat. Up and down stairs and climbing elevator wires that have lost their portals to the dusty basement below that had been starved for too long and now persists to never stop eating. Eventully the shrew zipped into a hole in the wall and I came crashing to my knees. Pain.
I didn't have the strength to move any longer. I was bleeding. And crying. And when I passed out, all was a dream. And here I am; in this dream. Gaia is my dream.
 UnicornWorshipper · Tue Jun 21, 2011 @ 12:58am · 0 Comments |
