yellow ribbons on a raintree

It started with strains of "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree", strangely discordant. Then light. I saw the Lake Gardens. I was moving, like in a car, but that raintree was there, unmoving. It was covered with yellow ribbons, from where the trunk branches to the smallest leaves. Yellow ribbons, fluttering in the sunset breeze. A yellow raintree. Song ends.

A heartbeat.

Shrill sound starts. Like an audible dog whistle. Sound waves ripple the lake. Yellow ribbons convulse, then start floating up into the orange sky. Really weird stuff started floating up too. Pink umbrella. A pair of blue sneakers tied together. A hiccuping green piano. That bird Kevin from Up was flying into the red sun.

A neigh amidst the shrilling.

This horse-thing climbed out from the lake. White like a penguin's chest. Glittery blue hooves. Eyes that mesmerize. Neighed again and unfolded wings. Butterfly wings, coloured like a peacock, shedding wing-dust with every movement. Things shrivel and die when touched by wing-dust. It's name was Polyp. What the fuck.

Ran.

It chased. Grabbed floating lightsaber and tried to hack off freaky wings. It bit left elbow. Fucking hell, carnivore. Yelled at passing transvestite for help. Dude coughed and asked for ashtray. Yelled at Polyp to get him a goddamn ashtray. Polyp continued flapping freaky wings. Saw tent. Ran in, zipped everything up. Sat down feeling safe.

Then remembered corrosive wing-dust.

Tried getting out, tent starting to sizzle. Hooves pressed against orange polymer. Yelled something about tent being flame-retardant. Tent going, going, gone. Put on military-issue gas mask. Grabbed Chinese calligraphy brush and stabbed Polyp in eye. Root beer gushed out. Crazy horse start stamping. Ran away.

It threw right wing at me.

Hit.

Dissolved in wing-dust.

***

I think I just had a nightmare. Well, more like a Butterfree-Ponyta-hybrid-mare, but you get the picture. Interpret this, you dream interpreters! I dare you! Hah! There were so many of them little things floating up into the sky all the while that Polyp thing was giving chase, but I thought the flapping horse was supposed to be the center of attention, no? I say little, but I'm pretty sure a purple bison was calling for help somewhere behind that transvestite.

Notice how a beautiful beautiful dream degenerated into swearing and stabbing. Just about sums me up, I suppose. A degenerator, capable of turning everything into nothing.

Lovely sunset though.