The dark hues over people's faces as they saw murders by an invisible force.
The beautiful white glimmering coats of the horses that dissapeared in front of my eyes.
The three women in each room in the beige building that collapsed in the middle of their actions, dead.
It was horrifying and exciting and the visuals were beautiful and wonderful in the middle of the despair and chaos.
It means I need to write it down.
Some of it is already in a little dream pad in my bedroom, but I need to expand on it.
What is the force that possesses people (in a non-spiritual way) to murder (without direct contact) men women and horses?
Why is one of the people in my dream called The Polar Bear? Why is he so skinny?
What is the motive for the deaths of seemingly innocent people?
It reminds me of Franz Kafka nightmarish style of writing :)
Gonna go home and read up on my Kafka :D
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