Wednesday, 26 June 2013

A dream I had one night.

I had this dream one night that I was watching a black and white film; these men were carrying a young man in each arm; a pudgy, filthy, unkempt young man with large eyes and a full mouth, in clothes much too large for him. The man fell inert, and they placed him in this glass... casket and they filled it with water. All at once, the man had changed. He was a little older, thinner, but his face was fuller than it was in real life. Not bloated or preserved, just... fuller. His cheekbones were less defined. He reminded me of a stone that had been smoothed out by the sea over millions of years. And he was dirty no longer. He was clean and pristine. His dark hair swayed about in the casket, and it was curly, like Joel's in 'The Maltese Falcon'. Then the water was emptied; the man came to, he looked around... and there the dream ended. The man in the film I assumed was being played by Peter Lorre, but he looked more beautiful than he ever did in life.

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