Into The City

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Into The City

    My friends and I were traveling is a puke-green RV into a smoggy city, where we decided to stop for the day. Erik and I were walking together through the streets of the city. (In this dream, he appeared first as the Phantom, and then as his usual non-descript shadowy self. I'm not sure what's up with the Phantom bit. Either my brain is on crack, or that's his way of teasing me.) First, we went into a nightclub, decorated with bizarre chartreuse abstract wooden cut-outs. The place reeked of smoke, and I don't mean tobacco. I remember that we split up briefly, and I spent a period of time following one person, and then another. We left together, and walked a way, and paid money to get into what my mind interpreted as a church, but we were sitting in a plush balcony, looking down at people in costume who were on a stage singing. I still remember the music, it sounded like an odd cross between opera and Gregorian chanting.
    I felt his hand around mine, noting that it was warm, but my eyes were fixed on the stage. Time elapsed again, and we were back outside, walking on the street.
    Then, I made the mistake of bringing him to a shopping mall.
    We entered the doors, and instantly, he was gone. I saw him disappear up the escalator, and no sooner did I dart up after him, than did I see him on the other set of escalator stairs on his way down. I got to the top, and rode down the other set, down, just in time to see him dart around a corner, where something flashing caught his eye. I panicked, calling after him, and trying to catch up, but he was far batter at excusing himself through the thick crowds than I was, and I saw him playing video games, and again as I caught up, he disappeared, his attention grabbed by something new. He managed to keep just one step ahead of me, unaware of the fact that I was frantically trying to catch up with him. He didn't know that it was dangerous to go anyplace alone in the city.
    Suddenly, the mall became a museum (you have to love dreams and their fluid scene changes) and the halls began to empty out. I had nearly caught up to him, when he ducked around another corner, and then I heard a gunshot. When I turned the corner, I saw a hand drop a gun to the floor, and Erik was lying dead on the ground, not bleeding. The man who shot him was gone.
    Not thinking to pick him up, I ran, trying to get back to the RV, but spent hours lost in the city, where every end seemed a dead end, and every passage way was blocked by a clumsy, half awake no-face in the all pervasive city crowd. I finally got back to the RV's green doors, but no one was there, and the doors were locked. I called the police, finally, to tell them what had happened.
    I found myself back at the crime scene, but Erik's body was gone. I fell to my knees and cried.

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