So - I had a dream last night and it was so vivid that I just had to share.
I dreamed that I was leaving work and I was excitedly telling my coworkers that Ateez was having a comeback and they were dropping a new trailer and I couldn't wait to get home to watch it. Except then, like being in a movie theater, the trailer started to play out, filling up the whole world in front of us. It was entirely in black and white and a little hard to see because it was nighttime. It was an old western town, like an american western movie and the team was on the dirt street between the rows of wooden buildings. They were in cowboy gear, beat up and beat down and the view slowly panned over everyone in various states of defeated postures until it focused on San and Wooyoung. San and Wooyoung were lying next to each other in the middle of the street, dark blood dripping from the edges of San's mouth and he kept saying 'ani ani' over and over again to Wooyoung. 'No, no'. I don't regret a moment of it, I don't regret it, don't go. No no no. Wooyoung wasn't responding and then he was simply gone, vanished, with only a handprint left on the wall of the broken wagon they'd been hidden by.
The view moved to Mingi who said 'this is bullshit' and turned to walk into the saloon. His duster jacket billowed out behind and on either side of him and it kept getting bigger and bigger like dark wings until it spread across almost everything. Two of the team, Yunho and I think Yeosang, scuttled up on either side of him, crouched low and sheltering behind the jacket wings, standing straighter and straighter as Mingi walked through the saloon and sat at the bar. They took the seats on either side of him. He ordered a drink. The bartender asked what he was going to do next and Mingi took the drink and said he didn't know. The view moved to the front so we could watch his face. He said his aim wasn't what it used to be, that his bullets tended to drift wide, held his hand apart to show how far wide and something dark moved past the window on the side of him, where the door he'd come through was. My throat closed up. Mingi didn't notice, said he didn't know what he should do now, maybe be a farmer. There was a curtain across the window behind him and a flash of lightning revealed a shadow on the other side of it, like a scarecrow. 'Mingi, Mingi' I yelled at the scene, 'behind you' but it was a trailer and he couldn't hear. 'What should I do' he asked the bartender and the bartender replied: 'Give gifts of love. Give gifts of love and the universe will only give you love in return'. The window behind him burst inward, broken glass and window frames as someone in a black cloak leaped through guns drawn.
I woke up.
