It comes three times, each time progressing in the amount that it comes. I am setting in a city, downtown at bus stop bench. I am talking to a man, explaining something to him and there is a girl there backing up my statements. Green matter, (sickness I think) begins to ooze from the crevices of all things. It seeps from our eyes, from our jeans, mostly from the man but also from me. As I said the dream happened three times, on the third the ooze came like a Tsunami down the streets of the city. I attempt to blow it back with a super human deep breath, but I don’t have the wind it seems, the man stands beside me to fight as well, but it doesn’t seem to matter, some other force blows the destructive sick back. The dreams end.
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