tales from an ordinary world

2000-03-30

Dream : The sky is overcast. Apparently I'm in Scotland (?), at some little airport, waiting for my flight out of here. But something is brewing, and there's a nervous tension in the air. There don't seem to be any planes landing (or taking off). I wander around the airport, and at one point, off in the distance, I can see a group of 3 people who'd been at my high school reunion.

I return to where I ought to be waiting for my flight, and as I get there I see people streaming out to a nearby road (or maybe it's the runway ?). They look up angrily at the sky, and start chanting "ignore the chorus !". Eventually they all start raising one fist towards the sky. Up amongst the clouds I can see small, slow electrical charges - not like lightning - much shorter in length, and they last a bit longer. The chant continues, with more people joining in. Is there a war going on or something ? I wondered if the fighter pilots could hear us, up in the clouds.

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The walk home will do me good
The walk home will do me good
The walk home will do me good
The walk home will do me good
The walk home will do me good

Drop me in the ocean, but don't let me rust
I wish I had David Sylvian's voice
Don't touch that glass, you don't know where it's been
I've gotta get out of this one-horse town...somehow...