7/18/00 10:46
pm (dream)
some menacing invasion of the city - a
row of eight columns of black smoke forming in the distance from thunder
clouds, spindles of blackness twisting down from the heavens. Everyone
else flees, we remain. Out on the empty rubble-strewn streets we witness
a huge gang of cops beating a man, image of pure anger expressed
physically. We wait for the invasion but it does not come. In the
garden is a huge thing - mixture of trellis, hi-tech labyrinth, and computer
workstation - with open toilets nearby in rows. This may have been an
institution (school or hospital) earlier. We notice many of the windows
and doors have been broken through, but without evidence of purpose. We
consider closing our open windows in the house but fear making any movement or
noise.