Dreams/Nightmares II

     Slowly the haze lifts, enabling you to twist your eyeballs for the millionth time. Everything shapes and breaks down, and takes shape again. Tiny, sad eyes stare blankly at every possible directions, apathy spilling over. It's a strange scene around you, a very familiar, but strange scene. Corpses lie around, scattered and scarred. Some beheaded, some with only the heads, some with everything, some with nothing. It's like a moving morgue has just been bombed right in the middle of the street, din-e dupur-e. A very familiar scene, a very familiar one. You try to remember. Where do you get to see corpses lying around everyday? You start moving, your feet get stuck in the muddy blood, bloody mud. It's like maroon tar.
     Strange dreams you have. Corpses lying around, while fedora toppinged men eat strawberry ice creams , debate with each other about sex and sensex, and bargain with invisible hands for the corpses. Some ask for whole bodies, others just want a piece of the meat. Dali, in a sickening, surrealistic sense. Not a nice scene, not even probably a dream. But is it a nightmare? Aren't nightmares supossed to be about scary horses, which bring out your worst fears, of something you are scared of? Nightmares are bad things. This scene before you, is bad, but not scary. This is something which you see every day, don't you? Dead bodies lie around you, while crooked, vultured men fight for a piece.
     Confusion riddles you, as the haze returns to encompass you. You turn around in your bed, REM slowly stops. You sleep again.


Anuprerona: Machher bajaar.