Coproration of Clouds; Octopus Tent

The landscape was golden; the ground was most likely sand.
                                                                                                  
The sky was clear blue, and seemed to be radiating.
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There were bigtops, red and white striped, situated all over.
                                                                                                 
There was a man in a white collared shirt, who had a tie that was blue.
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On his back was a pack metal propeller.
                                                                                                  
He asked us, the crowd, with an amiable look on his face, if we wanted to tour the sky.

Of course we obliged.


We all grabbed on to his legs like an upside down balloon.

He ascended into the air, with us looking up at him in admiration. He had confidence.
                                                                                                   
People began to fall off, until it was only me left.
                                                                                                   

He became worried and started zig-zagging out of control. He warned me that we were in uncharted sky.

                                                                                               
The sky was like a canister, filled with cardboard clouds and golden broth.
                                                                                                   

The sky had  three walls, and situated against one was a plot of land.

                                                                                                   
The man let me off on the plot of land and disappeared. 
                                                                                                     

There were clouds against the wall, and company owned generators along the land with thunder signs on them.

                                                                                                      

 I walked along a narrow pass and came to a waterfall.

I sat behind a power generator and contemplated throwing myself off the ledge due to loneliness, and overwhelming hoplessness.

It seemed like weeks went by, and finally, I conjured up my girlfriend and her brother. 

The dream ended.

Then the dreamscape shifted back to the land, where, in one of the bigtops, there was a meeting of big-time movie producers. They were looking for the next hit. The dream went to a projection of a movie proposal, with a purple                                            octopus with white                                 gloves propelling itself into the air above the bigtops, using its gloved hands to interfere with the lives of the humans below. The dream cut to the most big-time producer of them all, who, red-faced, demanded the "real thing." He wanted God.