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        I’ve been having the same dream every night.  I’m wandering in a collapsing city.  There’s no one around.  Just blowing newspapers, creatures skittering behind broken windows, and crumbling walls. It’s night, and it’s either just stopped raining or is just about to start. I can’t tell. I don’t know where I’m going but it doesn’t matter. I keep walking, knowing if I stop, something will happen to me.  It’s like I can’t stop.  It’s like I’m being chased.  By what I don’t know.  But it’s there, I can feel it.        I turn down one street.  It’s the same street every night.  Empty.  Quiet.  Terrifying.  I walk slowly down the center, aware of something watching, something mysterious, something just out of reach.  The decaying buildings, they mock me–their doors and windows leering eyes and mouths.        In a vacant lot, I see a glow, a fire.  With a bunch of bums huddled around.  Cautiously, as if I’m in a trance, I approach the vagrants.  They turn and scatter, disappear behind doorways, boards.  That’s when I notice the fire isn’t a fire, Doctor.  It’s a figure.  Pulsing.  Naked.  Stripped.  Surrounded by light.  The figure turns toward me, Doctor, its halo blinding me.  It looks at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.  It shivers, asks for help.  What am I supposed to do?  It’s a child, a man, a woman, a monster, all at the same time.       As if under its control, I reach out, penetrate the light, hold the figure’s chin in my palm.  The skin is soft, warm, gelatinous, enveloping.  Attracted by the heat, I lean in and kiss the lips.  I lose myself, see a vision of my past, a hillside, a tree with a swing.  I close my eyes, pitch forward, feel fizzy.  Then I evaporate.—illustration, John Bell; text, Bob Carrau “Monsters And Aliens From George Lucas” Lucasfilm Ltd. 1993reprint by Abradale Books 1996 -- source link

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