Dream

Posted on May 4, 2003 in Dreams

From a few days ago, a dream that haunts me.

I’m in the Air Force, a member of an academy whose members are learning to fly a new generation of craft that look lie a cross between wafers and a subway train. I’m the worst student in the class and I am wondering why I am there. We all sit at a shining long table wearing our dark blue uniforms. There’s no teacher: we’re learning by simulating flight in our lead-colored lap tops.

We line up to fly the new machine. I’m the last. There’s no landing strip. The vehicle operates, apparently, by anti-gravity. I look around at a gigantic city of skyscrapers, of red and white restaurants perched upon lithe structures that resemble flower stems. It’s day and everything is beautiful, humming with activity.

Then it is night. The place I live is at war. I’m standing atop the training school, looking at all the skyscrapers which have been cut to half their size. The tops of them are burning. The sky is indigo. I am the sole survivor and I am trying to find a craft so that I can do to them what has been done to me.