Last night was the dream where I’m stood out on
my street. I am alone, stark naked and staring at the houses opposite fully
aware that something terrible is coming my way. It is going to crash from the
sky and destroy all around me. What is it? I still have no idea, but as I stand
there and feel the breeze tingle every inch of my skin, I know how dreadful it
will be.
Just as dreadful is the fact that I’m alone. I
know that somewhere there are other people having the exact same experience to
me, but they so far away and I am completely unable to contact them. Instead I
am utterly by myself, there is no one sympathetic around me. All I can feel is
hostility. There are eyes peering at me naked and vulnerable, but each of the
gazes is hostile and frightening. These people – hidden away behind their doors
and windows – also sense this coming doom, but they are not responding with
fear, they are lashing out with hatred for those who are not like them. Stood
out on my street, I am very much not like them. I am trembling and afraid.
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