dream 10

Gas masks, purple mist, brown adobe buildings in Edwardian architecture crumbling around me.

Some got under my mask and it smelled sweet and nutty.....like the smell of bark and rotting birch on a wet day. Then it stung and I felt my lips go numb. I couldn't talk.

Orange sky filled with planes and smoke.

I could hear screams, but didn't see anyone around me.

I jumped into a shelter, closed the door and sat in the dark still wearing my mask.

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