I had this dream, the other night, maybe sometime soon it will make sense to you, although it does not make sense to me. I had a date with a girl, don’t remember/won’t say who, and we went to a restaurant on the top of the Frost tower, the tallest building downtown. It was at the very top, which given the huge glass atrium at the top you would think would be large and glass-covered, but for some reason it was not, a smallish room without windows and intricate pastel wall paper covering the walls.
We sat and ate and had some good wine and were talking and chatting and BOOM a deep, reverbrating impact struck below. The whole restaurant shook, shook as if it were done, and I thought to myself, “Are we doomed? Were we just doomed, dead and don’t know it yet?”. The vibration and the shaking grew and grew, and slowly and then faster and faster the restaurant tilted on its side. The tables were inexplicably fastened to the floor, and as the room tilted to its fullest extent I hung on, watching as the other diners slid below me to the now bottom wall.
I knew then that we were falling, could feel it, and knew that it was only a matter of a very short time before we fell no more. This was it, the cessation of being, the end of me and of my story, and…
Then I woke up.
Fucking crazy, eh? And I never remember my dreams.