A dream I had, last night.
I’m in some sort of strange world. I’m flying high above it, and below, I can see the world is that of Google Maps Street View, only incredibly glitchy; there are only small parts of the real world that comprise this world and there is a great void, or chasm, down the centre. The world itself, being glitchy, isn’t spherical.
I cease my flight and find myself in a long empty industrial building, where a canal runs through its centre. There are tall windows, dirty with age, with their lowest points being at around chest height. The nearest is ajar and outside I see what appears to be a 19th or early 20th century military encampment up the hill. Their allegiance is unclear. They are reloading a large artillery, placing a shell or round into the back of the gun. It’s bigger than a mere person. However, they seem to be in a time loop, as they load the gun, only for it to not be loaded, so they, of course, need to reload the gun.
I go to climb out of the window. I prepare to hoist myself up, and, at my eye level as I do so, I see a combination of heavy cobwebs and external growths, like thorns. From inside this dense combination comes a zombified snapping turtle, played by Danny DeVito. Naturally, I go backwards, back onto the ground, grab the turtle and throw it into the canal. From there it looks up at me. All the while, I had been sucking, tucking my body in on itself, to make myself as slender as possible to get through the ajar window, which was not wide enough for a person to get through.
I then am with my mother, who talks about such a topic.
