I dreamed last night of strange things.
I was accosted and beaten by a group of men for no reason, they left me for dead in an intersection, all around it was pitch-black, like the intersection was under a stark white street lamp. A lone person, a faceless stranger approached me from nowhere and I explained to her that I had just been beaten and she motioned for me to watch the darkness. From the darkness comes a man dressed in glitter and a torn white dress, his legs were bare and exposed through the shredded fabric. There was a huge pot-hole in the intersection and he stuffed it with red roses, huge gorgeous red rose blossoms. The man went back into the darkness and was gone but a moment. He returned on a bicycle and he was comically veering and teetering and he went into the pot-hole and the bike flipped him onto his face and he bit the black, wet concrete with tremendous force and his black page boy wig came off. when he slammed into the road a puff of curly smoke went up from the impact and when he got up, mostly toothless and black, like he was made of ash and his face was smoking in a really comedic, screwball sort of way. the skin was pulled away from his eyes so that you could see the deep red of the flesh underneath. Though he was ashen and disfigured, his makeup remained perfect, purple and blue eye shadow and red red red lips. The ash man straightened himself up and began to walk towards me with these exposed eyeballs of his.
I don't remember anything after that. The color was vivid in this dream and felt important. I recall the dream with a sense that it was hilarious.
