I'm
standing outside.
I don't have many outside
dreams.
So I'm outside, in a very
green field, with a very
blue lake in front of me, with a very... dock-colored
dock extending from one side of the
lake.
It's actually a very picturesque sight, out of a painting or post card, almost. The sky is
brilliant, with only a few whisps of perfectly white
clouds above.
I walk over toward the lake, there are
pussywillows lining the sides of the lake, but that figures, because what would a perfect lake in a perfect field under a perfect sky be without some
perfect pussywillows around the edge of the lake?
It just wouldn't be
right.
So, I walk around the lake to the side that has the dock on it.
At the end of the dock is a
chair made of
wood that is built right into the dock. I walk out the dock, especially noting the sky, how blue and perfect it is, I remember looking out over the field and thinking of all the days that I would sit in the
grass downtown and look at the
sky.
So I sit on the chair, and look into the perfect
serene waters of the lake, which reflect the sky
immaculately.
Upon closer inspection I look through the
reflection and notice that the water is fairly clean.
Upon even closer inspection, I see a great
number of
corpses floating in the
lake.
BRR
BRR
BRR
BRR
Wake up and go to work.