Acolyte
New member
I am out in the town centre with others. We enter a bar and then I leave. I have three dead, yellow birds in my arms, holding them against my chest. I don't want them and I throw them at a man in the street. As they hit him they come back to life and fly away. The man's face is golden, he opens his mouth as if screaming without any sound. Now I am at home and my wife asks me to take her into town, I protest that it is nearly time for me to go to work, but I take her anyway. In town it is evening, we go to a shop, bric-a-brac sort of place. We look through assorted items and I put some few gold things aside, including a cross which I say is from the holocaust. Now I have to leave and I walk through the town centre. I get to a place where I have to ride on a lift like a ski lift. It takes me down to a grass area where I plan to catch a bus although I have only £1.50 in money. I try to jump off the lift when it is near the ground but my bag gets caught and I hang from it. I regret this and think to myself that I always do this thing where I try to be different when I ought to just do things properly. I manage to right myself on the lift.