Mirage

I had a nap at 3pm this afternoon, I kind of slept. But it was one of those naps where you’re having vivid lucid dreams that you’re semi aware of, but they’re not so horrifying that you feel the need to wake up so you just kind of ride it.

I always forget 90% of my dreams but I do remember a reddish brown dystopian hells-cape. It was once a city, ruins everywhere. Standing atop a make shift podium in the middle of a barren courtyard was a naked woman, with porcelain skin, Jet black hair & a yellow flower resting between her skull & her ear.

There were others there, just a few men dressed in Hugo Boss style soldiers uniforms. She was singing a song & masturbating. I wasn’t turned on, I don’t think anyone was. It was a somewhat eerie yet beautiful spectacle, & much better than looking around at what was a clearly decaying apocalyptic world around us.

At the end of her song she stopped & froze completely, I realised that she was an android as one of the soldiers grabbed her by the waste & picked her up. Walking her off God knows where. Then I woke up.

Short one today folks, I’ve got a few ideas for bigger pieces I’m working on, I was going to ramble on this one but rereading this dream I feel like it’s eerie & weird enough to make someone think something. If you’ve got any interesting theories as to the meaning of the dream, comment on the post I’d be interesting in hearing them.