The dream was that I was living in a really post-industrial wasteland
and everything was vacant and beautiful and crumbling but poisoned.
The kind of place where they could never build a house or school or
anything because even the dirt was deadly. There were no weeds
even, barely any trees and what trees there were were those unkillable
After maybe being out all night ...and at that part of the morning where
nothing makes sense anymore someone took my arm and told me he had a surprise for me and that it was the coolest thing ever. I didn't know this person but was interested in anything that could make anyone have any enthusiasm about anything anymore.
We went to a tall building that was in a severe state of disrepair.
You could tell from the outside that the upper floors had fallen in and
the windows were clear to the sky. You could see the the scaffolding
was showing around the top of the building from the outside. The
upper floors were stripped of bricks. It looked dangerous. The
interior of the building was also stripped by the metal pirates that
break into old buildings for scrap iron and copper. There was a
staircase... like a grand marble staircase. We went up a bunch of
floors on this marble staircase then when that staircase ended we
walked to a metal staircase that went around the periphery of the
building's interior. The building appeared to be getting round as we kept climbing through the place where the floors disappeared. There was a giant wrought iron round dome window at the top. All of the glass had fallen or broken out of making a giant black birdcage.
We went up into the cage and there were probably six to ten other
people up in the cage. As the sun rose, everyone started making
birdcalls. The guy explained to me that all of the birds had left
Detroit. In order to make the sun rise now, people had to go up into
the top of the building... and make all of the bird noises for the
whole city. So, as the sun rose... the group of us whistled away
happily. In a big birdcage. Atop a building. Somewhere above the
wreckage of Detroit. It made perfect sense.