Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Dancer (4)

Then she had this dream that followed her around during the day. 

She was on this wildly spinning carousel with flashing strobe lights.  It was a gigantic party and everyone was drinking and the room was still spinning.  The gyrations became faster and faster and then there was a scream.  Then there was blackness and she was lying in a pool of her own vomit.  The carousel was deserted.  The town around her was dilapidated.   It looked like a German town in the 1940s after being bombed.  It was in the morning.   She heard a church bell.

She walked through the empty streets to the church.  There was an organ playing.  She walked inside.

At the front was a huge bloody crucifix.  It was still bleeding.  It had been decapitated.

She started yelling.

"Fuck you, how can you treat women like this!"  "You fucking priest bastard"

The music stopped.

She woke up.

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