I had a dream last night. I dreamed of gears and smoke and sharp edges. There was a clanging like the beat of a heart, if a heart were steel and heat and fire and fuel and as big as the world. I saw wheels, and I was above the wheels and beneath the wheels and inside of the wheels, and then the wheels started to turn and I couldn't stop them and oh God the screams...
This morning, I had a wrench in my hands and grease on my sheets. Something is rumbling down in the garage. I'm afraid...
DP FICTION #120B: “In His Image” by R. Haven
5 days ago
2 comments:
I used to get the same dream too..
What did you end up building?
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