I always thought the dreams I had about being an old man floating endlessly in a void of nothingness were odd, until one night when a cosmic giant devoured all existance.
In my dream I awoke to find myself in some sort of moist swamp land. It felt like I was walking on wet clay or a damp sponge. All around a seemingly endless pink colored marsh stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a peculiar stench like mold that lingered in the hot humid air.
I got to my feet and figuring one direction was as good as another I started walking. In my youth I was always very quick. I prided myself on my ability to walk briskly weaving in and out of the busy rush hour traffic in the subways. Here in this pink wasteland I was old, I'm not sure how old exactly, because there was never a mirror in the void for me to better gauge my age with. My hands were wrinkly and covered with old people spots so I figured at least 60 or 70.
After what felt like hours I collapsed to the pink ground below and decided to rest. My joints were on fire, and were very stiff. Maybe I have arthritis. I looked around as I caught my breath and it seemed as if I had made no real progress. All around was an expanse of spongy pink bleakness.
As often occurs when one is preoccupied with nothing, something sneaks up behind you. As the strange creature knocked me into consciousness all I could think as I was waking up into reality was of those gingivitus commercials with the stange hyper colored bacteria that get wiped out when the Listerine floods into the mouth.
Needless to say, when I woke up I brushed my teeth right away and used lots of mouth wash.
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In my dream I awoke to find myself in some sort of moist swamp land. It felt like I was walking on wet clay or a damp sponge. All around a seemingly endless pink colored marsh stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a peculiar stench like mold that lingered in the hot humid air.
I got to my feet and figuring one direction was as good as another I started walking. In my youth I was always very quick. I prided myself on my ability to walk briskly weaving in and out of the busy rush hour traffic in the subways. Here in this pink wasteland I was old, I'm not sure how old exactly, because there was never a mirror in the void for me to better gauge my age with. My hands were wrinkly and covered with old people spots so I figured at least 60 or 70.
After what felt like hours I collapsed to the pink ground below and decided to rest. My joints were on fire, and were very stiff. Maybe I have arthritis. I looked around as I caught my breath and it seemed as if I had made no real progress. All around was an expanse of spongy pink bleakness.
As often occurs when one is preoccupied with nothing, something sneaks up behind you. As the strange creature knocked me into consciousness all I could think as I was waking up into reality was of those gingivitus commercials with the stange hyper colored bacteria that get wiped out when the Listerine floods into the mouth.
Needless to say, when I woke up I brushed my teeth right away and used lots of mouth wash.
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