The bones that drift endlessly as far as the eye can see
I have been having peculiar nightmares (the one about being in New York with giant ex-zombie animal carcasses rotting on all the buildings was memorably lurid. Because nothing says Waldorf-Astoria like a decapitated snake half the size of a city block draped across the roof) for the last several weeks solid. Last night I dreamed I was cast by a Japanese director in a retelling of a folktale about a drowned girl. I think it was some kind of subconscious-bastardized version of Urashima Taro; in the first scene, the man who was probably the other protagonist was to find me washed up on the beach, rolled over in nets of kelp and Hel-faced with white sand. The makeup was fantastic. Then I drowned for real halfway through the shoot and spent the rest of the dream as a corpse with a sharkskin crust of barnacles growing on my skin. You come through, brain.
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Especially the giant ex-zombie animal carcasses--sounds like the aftermath of a narrowly averted and fantastically odd take on the standard Zombie Apocalypse.
I think there were interesting artefacts in my dreams of last night, but all I remember is getting to the exhibit by riding on escalators in a seaside museum which might have been originally built as a shopping mall and had apparently been designed by architects who were taking an interesting cocktail of mind-altering substances.
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I'm not sure it was averted. For all I can remember, it might have been a draw.
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Interesting. Bhuel, I suppose a draw is, in such situations, a lot better than nothing. The Zombie Rights Campaign would no doubt be pleased.