Posted on: 2014-04-15 by Ciaralische

Last night:I am a talented, passionate drummer with a clear view of my ambitions and hopes, trying to make a living in a dark and run-down city somewhat like Chinatown. The main colour scheme is damp greens and dark, bloody browns and greys. Entertainers locked up in bird cages that are packed uncomfortably close together, singing and dancing provocatively. The scene is simultaneously surreal and despondent. It smells of sex, opium and sickness, all intermingling to create some kind of promiscuous coalition bent on controlling every aspect of these people's lives. Although said entertainers are seen as highly desirable and are nationally glorified, they seem to me as slaves of their trade. There are also people on the ground, dancing almost as lewdly as the performers to a rock-bluesy genre of music. Nevertheless, for some reason I feel more comfortable than ever in this atmosphere. In one of the highest cages, a handsome Spanish man is singing in a rich, baritone voice which guarantees him many admirers, yet he remains secluded in his cage, the isolation keeping him safe from the multitude of equally desolate, obsessive fanatics. Then, there appears to be a skip through time and I see him in one of the lowest cages, where petty criminals and beggars harass him through the bars. His voice is the same, albeit a bit wearier, with the same melancholy ring to it. However, he is now a lot older, and the years of drug abuse and a promiscuous lifestyle have manifested as deep lines on his face which cause him to lose his admirers. And I think, 'what comes up must come down'- literally. Additional Comments: AN: This was a peculiar dream really, I hope I managed to accurately describe the atmosphere. Strangely, the chorus of 'illuminated' by Hurts was in the background, along with these weird, gaudy kind of drum sounds, so hard to describe