There’s this dream I’m wondering about. It’s floating in space but standing, like on a cloud. Lots of white all around. Disembodied, sort of. You’re floating in white. There’s a shotgun pointed at you. It’s the old double-barrel type. It’s pressed into your flesh just enough to leave marks, but not for long. It comes in out of the white and into your torso or your head. It starts at the torso usually. It presses in and just bam, it goes off. The thing tears a hole into you and the particulate isn’t flesh or even colored. It’s gray streaks, like charcoal on rough paper. Little pencil dots. The gray gets absorbed into the white and then you’re whole again. One shotgun after another. It finally presses into your head. You don’t think pain. It doesn’t hurt. Just pushes you like hanging meat in a freezer. Swaying in the white space until that final shotgun into your head. It blows it all away. That’s about where it ends.
The view to the south from San Bruno Mountain in California.
