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[killerbassist]

Up until last night, it was a few days without any dreams. I was getting kind of used to that, but still.. I guess I should be grateful that what I can recall from last night wasn't nearly as bad as it can be. Mostly just glimpses of scenery.. a lot of countryside, tall trees along hillsides, farmland.. I was in a small cabin on a passenger train, an old one, watching from the window. The flowers were in bloom, the rising sun was bright, then moments later, snow began to fall, blanketing everything in seconds. I passed through the seasons in the blink of an eye.. it seemed to go faster and faster until I felt like I lost all track of time completely and my head began to spin. I have no idea how many seasons passed me by, but I felt dazed, unable to look away.. my eyes burned, so I blinked, but when I opened them, the train had come to a stop so suddenly I felt sick.. when I was able to look up and out of that window again, everything had changed. The trees were dead.. the land was scorched and smoldering.. homes were piles of ash. The sky was grey and empty, burning orange on the horizon like a fire was still burning somewhere.

After a minute, the doors to the train flung open and I stepped out on the earth and it kicked up a cloud of ash in the air. I was thinkin' the very ground might crumble and collapse beneath me at any second. I explored aimlessly, realizing I ultimately had no fucking choice in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't a trace of life anywhere, but I was still terrified as hell about whatever I thought might be out there. For some reason, it seemed like the time of day wasn't changing. It didn't get any darker or brighter. It was like I was trapped in a single moment of time. This was one of the most vivid images I've seen in a dream in a long time.. I don't think it means anything, but it seems stuck with me, anyway. At least until the next fuckin weird ass dream.