I was in a large vast field.... My consciousness shot down from the sky into a body lying in a field of golden wheat. A huge pterodactyl swooped over me, and dove in for the kill. I brandished a staff with hawk claws at the ends of it, suddenly aware that this feeble weapon would do nothing in the face of such a threat. I rushed for cover, seeing a house at the edge of the clearing. There was no way I could make it in time to escape.
Somehow, I made it inside, only to be confronted with an entirely new set of predators... this time, humans. I was trapped. They were trying to kill me, and torture me. (Trying to put my fingers in a toaster?) They packed me onto a bus and we were moving... Going... somewhere. I was dying. I was weak... My soul began to leave my body, as Shaktiva came to me. She held me, and whispered in my ear.. And told me that I was not dying, that in fact I was calling in the spaceships. As my soul left my body, and travelled out past the atmosphere, I looked back at the planet to see my life fore streaming out, spiraling around the planet as it spun. "You're anchoring in the Egyptian Ancestors" she told me.
I came back to myself, still in the bus, surrounded by such darkness and evil. I opened the window and leaped out, stole a car (a white convertible camero mind you) I drove like a demon until I raced towards a police barricade. I stopped, leaped out of the car and ran down the alley. The police were battling a gang... It was a war zone. The "Apocalypse".
I ran to the end of the alley, rounded a band, and reached what I can only describe as my mad max burning man community of artists, musicians, rockstars, designers and freaks. They were a ragtag bunch, travel worn and covered in grime. We all waiting beside a tall chain link fence. As I finally squeezed my way inside, I found Icarus surveying.... an art gallery. I had to ask his opinion about the exhibit, as somehow I was now curating this extraordinary show of post-apocalyptic glory. Well, the walls were painted gold, he said... so, of course, the show would be in this color scheme.
And on that note, in the Golden Art Gallery, surrounded by my beautiful community, survivors of the apocalypse, we went on... we made art... we played music... and we stayed together. Here's to passing through to the other side. I'll see you there.