Although I realise that the users of this forum, to a denizen, would be incredibley irked if this this became a posting area for every stupid goths morbid peotry I would like to share this little bit of writing with you all.
It is a dream a friend of mine told me about today, I felt compelled to immortalise it on paper, and now I feel compelled to share it.
Its...surreal.
‘I was walking through a run down and area of Tokyo named ‘Chung King Mansions’. As I walked my lungs began to become tight, as this began to bother me a man whom I had never met advanced upon me.
“You need to take your medication,� he said.
“I don’t have any medication issues� I calmly replied.
“We’ve got to get the robot�
‘From out of my backsack, sorry, backpack. From out of my backpack he took a flying robot about the size of a milk carton (somewhat mysteriously, for I had not put it there). It began, hovering at my eye level, to force-feed me pills with its little arms. I pushed it away and with a cry of “I do not have any medication issues!� I ran to the street from where I was standing and burst out into its garden. In this garden I saw everyone I had ever known, all playing croquet. I shouted at them, once more crying out “I do not have medication issues!� but I went unheard. I then remember shouting something monosyllabic (possibly “why?�) and a feeling of lethargy taking over me. As the all the energy drained from I collapsed on the ground, my hand clutching a screwed up piece of paper.
Upon inspection, this paper revealed itself to be some kind of prescription form from Boots chemist, with orders for thousands upon thousands of pills, confirming what I had so adamantly been denying; that I did indeed have medication issues.
It was at this point that everyone I ever knew began to congregate around my prone figure, but more information I am not at liberty to offer; for it was at this point that I woke up.
