DREAM #23898

wow, i just had a dream which came to an actual narrative conclusion as i woke up, and an amazing one at that

a load of weirdly dissonant and terrifying shit happened, mostly in black and white, and mostly involving wounded people having to be somehow taken to hospital through unforgivingly large and wilderness-strewn cities, but then the ending was roughly thus: two old men had been fighting in some sort of war, one had been shot and one had had his leg amputated. the shot one was on the cusp of death. the amputee said 'home is where the heart is' as the other one finally clutched his chest. *he* then said 'yes, in Doncaster' where he presumably lived and the picture faded, with the implication that he had died. then the picture faded into colour, as we saw the amputee hauling himself along a footbridge in the sky with his arms on the handrails, slowly and arduously, meeting his wife and son halfway along it. they are in his way and the son asks his father if they can go to the park. "I don't think so" he says. "What about tomorrow?" "Absolutely not." They have brought gifts for him and he squeezes round them to the other end of the bridge and gets off, where he goes to his room. This is where the crucial line is uttered. He has a list of further gifts on his table. He looks at it. And then muses to himself "You bought me a Land Rover, so that I might die". He leaves the room. An electronic pulse which i can still recall starts up. He goes back onto the bridge. Now he is moving away from the camera rather than sidelong to it. melancholy synth stabs which I can also still recall heighten the drama. he moves away, and the bridge is empty now. fade to white. or something. i forget every detail.

obviously related to recent ilx transportation polls.

ty <3