nicholasX-Games in a loft and New York gone terribly wrong
This was the last dream of my night. I was walking through the city (NYC) with my mother in the late afternoon. We were in the meatpacking district in some semi-quiet area with big industrial buildings. The streets were empty so we could walk freely in the middle of the street and be totally fine. I remember walking by some gas stations with a whole series of empty taxis parked with their doors open. It was a beautiful, balmy night and dusk were falling. An older, tall, skinny black man stepped out from the shadows and sidled up to us. In hushed tones, he made sure to let us know that New York was no longer as safe as it used to be. It essentially boiled down to the fact that after night fell the city would be populated by predatory types. Not zombies or anything like that, just angry, disgruntled, idle city folk with nothing better to do than prey on us. He suggested we find someplace indoors to wait out the night.
As we were searching for somewhere to take shelter we noticed this upscale boutique with a gigantic glass storefront. There looked like there was some sort of fashion shoot going on inside and we walked in to see if we could get any hors d’ouevres. When we got in we were welcomed by a whole room of obnoziously swank people. They insisted we go upstairs for the private party where we wouldn’t be anywhere near as endangered by the external malevolence of the city.
The upstairs was like a strange, gothic mega-loft. The floors were dark, reddish wood and the middle of the room had several sets of bleachers and a long buffet table. As we got to the top of the stairs I realized that no one was standing on the floor. Everyone was standing on top of the bleachers or even on top of the buffet table. There was also this massive swinging steel surface on cables in the same central, furnished area. As soon as they realized we were present they beckoned us to stand on top of the furniture with them. I stood up on the bleachers and realized I recognized a bunch of people at the party, they were all semi-familiar faces from NYC and were all wearing varying types of black, evening wear. A whistle blew somewhere and people began diving into the floor like a swimming pool. Strangely the floor became a watery substance of sorts. It still retained the surface texture, color and opacity of wood paneling but was actually made of water, to the extent that waves were moving outward and people were splashing around in it. A confusing, and very elaborate game of sharks and minnows ensued where we frantically swam in circles around each other attempting to tap the various sides of the furnishings (which were happily static and normal on the floor as if nothing was out of the ordinary). Somebody won the game somehow and gradually everyone lifted themselves out of the “water”. I finished off the dream snacking on canapes and attempting to make conversation with some girl in a long, black, sheer evening dress.
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