kragore | I had a dream...

I was riding up a road on a bicycle, in the town of Adams. Nothing was where it is.
Everyone was diverted off the sidewalk into a church as a detour. Lots of people steamed from one end of the church to the other, but when we got to the back, someone had put a chain across the open door and said we couldn't leave.
I was carrying my bicycle because I thought it would be disrespectful to ride a bike through a church. I was standing at the chain, which only came up to me knees, when a young boy named Fernando was seen leaping over the chain and running down the steps (of the St. Francis Church in Adams.) He was my cousin.
So I jumped over the chain with my bike and followed, people begging us to stay from the church. Somehow, he had gotten a bike and we were riding down Park Street, under the big old trees. They were green with summer leaves.
My bike with very little wheels was slow, and we saw a woman on a bike get into an accident in front of us a ways. She abandoned her bike on the road, so when I got to it, I looked at the damage. Fernando helped me unsquish the bike, and I got on it, and used that one instead (it had bigger wheels) figuring she had abandoned it.

We rode up to the hills. Hills that to don't exist in Adams, or Cheshire, but do in my head. I've drempt about them before.
We were making our way along a narrow winding path carved into the side of the hill, with a vertical drop-off on one side. Fernando was far ahead of me, but I was mildly afraid, so I was taking my time. At this point, Fernando started to morph into Citgo. He turned around and came back, the half Fernando/half Citgo and called me a sissy for being afraid. By this point, the path had lost it's little decorative barrier between me an nothingness, and it was sloping toward the edge. The rock was banded red sandstone. We got past it, and up to the landing on the top on the mountain. There was a large lodge there, full of natural history stuff. Stick, bird feathers, nests, etc.
It was confusing int he lodge, so I went outside. Somehow I had found the large down comforter that Citgo gave me and wrapped myself in it, as it was very cold out. There was snow on the ground.. old snow, in piles along the edges of the landing.
Someone walked up and asked Citgo, wearing his blue hoodie, if he was cold. He said no, and wandered away. Or maybe I wandered away, and I saw a sign that said "Vulture Aviary" so I went to investigate, still wrapped in the big white down comforter. I was afraid of getting it dirty.
I walked up a short, narrow trail hedged in with low scratchy pines, and there, no moe than 3' from my face, int eh snow, were two huge black vultures. (vaguely cartoony in appearance.)
We "crawed" back and forth, and then took off and a flurry of feathers, and I woke up.

had to get it out of my brain.
- k.