WWIII

I just dreamt of the last holloween on earth. I was back in Nisky and tryng to rally troops of people to hang out. I was wearing a shower cap on my head while I picked at the guitar.

The sky was a purple grey like raining ash and in my back yard I saw lizards jump from their skins to become frogs, a witch hid in a log and screamed until her face melted off. In the back a grizzly bear shot a gun and killed the only hostage we had here. A pool of red light radiated, and I could no longer tell if this was my real life or a computer screen.

That night things got bad and my lover, who told her life story in a song held me tight and told me about how the entirety of Arab States was about to invade Europe and America and that we would have to hold on to eachtoher because the blasts were about to come.

She kissed me and when she kissed me I saw the purest white light.

When she stopped I saw red again.

She tried to get me to tell her why I wouldnt guess on what was going to happen.

I said something about how the hostages we were demanding back would make this situation worse than we could ever imagine and then the forest blew.

I kissed her again just to see purity.

As the walls tore away to a sea of dead animals she sang me the song of how she was destined to love me, and how she had been taught to sing at three by a mother who died the day she lost her tune.


wtf.