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28.12.06
last night
i had a dream.
in my dream there were losses. in a bowling alley, a shop i think we were- i dont know. my mother lost her things and was inconsolable.
outside we huddled, jack my dad my mother and i, with me under a yellow knitted blanket. the buildings in the street were made from those pretend red bricks, everything was dusty everyone wore coats. there were loads of couples around, older balding men with black or grey hair, beige coats.
the next bit is patchy - i remember strong manly arms reaching around me reaching around my legs around between my legs and me trying to push them away.
i remember a film called the black window the we were going to see.
the man who reached around me marched us off to a plateau in the street behind some gates, i could hear crying and screaming. on the plateau there was a man with a shaved head torturing my friend. to the side 3 of my other friends were sitting on wooden benches screaming and crying; they had bruises, swollen eyes, bloody mouths, cuts from their arms. one friend was screaming. the other friend was covering her eyes with film negatives, sometimes trying to fit them like monicles between her dark brows and cold cheeks, sheilding her eyes from the torture. the next friend had the worst injuries and was shouting to the torturer what do to next. this was the torture - they had to give instructions or they themselves would be hurt, or the current victim would be killed.
the current victim has thin needles in their face, were being sliced. the instructions shouted were vile and i had to watch.
an african man appeared and screamed at the torturer. the victim was forced suddenly all the way through a fine grid of blades and i saw their faceas they disappeared below the dark wooden stage.
soon after this i was in a tiny cinema with roxanne - an advert came up about using a condom. the advety was baby pink and mint green. the audience laughed; it was ironic in some way.
i shouted about how shit films were getting, how i always expected them to be good and they werent. i felt sick at what i had just seen but i didnt know if it was real or cinema.
then i woke up next to jack and everything was ok.
whispered by killa b at 5:23 PM |
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