south american dusty lion
August 26th, 2015 @ 10:50 am
i was at the airport, trying desperately to read the monitors to see which gate i had to go to for my flight to go see steve, who was on the road for work… a family of 4 large tourists walked directly in front of me. they were like 8 feet tall, and i was yelling at them to move. the daughter, who was in her 20’s, turned around and told me she didn’t have to get out of my way. i called her a cunt and walked to the left to look at another monitor, but it kept glitching and i couldn’t find my flight information. i have no idea what airport it even was. it looked like the area that penn station has their NJ transit trains waiting rooms… like warm, yellow, marble walls. i had gone down a corridor that was quiet and some guy picked up a small group of us, and took us away from the airport. it was almost as if we had landed, and he was chauffeuring us to our accommodations.
we ended up being in a south american country, i have no idea which one. dirt/sand(?) was all over the floor, and there were small buildings with open store fronts and many alleyways. i ended up being on a kids toy. it was a sit-down car thing, but you had to pedal with your feet. he was moving us around in a group this way – we were all on them. it was adult size though.
i was coming up on an alley to my right, and i looked down the alley and saw a HUGE, dusty lioness staring at me. i remember initially it looked stuffed, like it was done by a taxidermist (hence the dust), but then i saw it move and the group leader started screaming to “GO GO GO!”.
i was peddling as fast as i could and i went into a restaurant, and a manager was yelling at everyone bc there was blood on the floor. he was screaming that the lions could smell it and that they were crazy, and needed to clean it up. the lioness was on my tail, but i was still somehow getting away on the toy. i remember going through multiple alleys to try to lose it, and kept thinking that it could smell my trail anyway. i figured i was doomed.
i ended up at the group leaders “house”, which was 3 or 4 floors and was a beat up residential building. i got in and his wife was situating me. she told me to go upstairs, that my apartment was ready. there were cabinets filled with hundreds of coffee beans in bags. i went to the front of my apartment and there was a room the size of a bathtub, and it was indeed a bathtub/shower. the windows were floor to ceiling so everyone could see me… there were curtains from the middle and top so i drew them and took a shower. i remember leaving, but i don’t know where i went.
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