Dream

I dreamt of an arid reality. Somewhere, there was a city that was drying in yellow light. I had helped a beautiful arabesque woman and in the land of concrete that began to fade into sandstone, I began to slowly dry up into exhaustion. There were people after me, and I've eluded them thus far. She wished to help, but I kept refusing, even as I weakened, even as I found myself barely able to stand at one point. She begs me that she can help and to trust someone, but I can barely think of agreeing. I reluctantly agree and she drags me from her back in a cloth coffin through deserts, endless deserts. My vision only lets me see brief moments where I am hidden away in the cloth, or dragged along a sled. When I come to again, I am on a boat along the endless blue of an ocean with her.

Dream

I dreamt of an arid reality. Somewhere, there was a city that was drying in yellow light. I had helped a beautiful arabesque woman and in the land of concrete that began to fade into sandstone, I began to slowly dry up into exhaustion. There were people after me, and I've eluded them thus far. She wished to help, but I kept refusing, even as I weakened, even as I found myself barely able to stand at one point. She begs me that she can help and to trust someone, but I can barely think of agreeing. I reluctantly agree and she drags me from her back in a cloth coffin through deserts, endless deserts. My vision only lets me see brief moments where I am hidden away in the cloth, or dragged along a sled. When I come to again, I am on a boat along the endless blue of an ocean with her.