had a dream

they were walking down an old street. it seemed dusty. i'm not sure why i was there. some sort of parade. they were maybe carrying signs. dozens? hundreds, maybe. it was an old street, and dusty. i'm not sure where they were going. i was off to the side. hiding. someone was with me. she (she?) wanted me to walk alongside them. west. they were heading west. i was facing south, and there was an old church tower to my southwest. i don't know who was on the churchtower. she was scared of them (i was scared of them, although i didn't have any reason to be), but she wanted me to join the parade. it was quiet, thinking about it. hundreds moving down this old, dusty street in silence. the building i was in was in ruins. the walls were crumbling; i was peeking through the gaps in the old plywood barricades at floor-height. just watching them move. someone yelled. it wasn't silent anymore. their faces were indistinct. i'm not sure if it was the haze of a dream or if they were truly faceless. many didn't even have hair. they wore workers' clothes, brown coats and beige shirts. it was cold. there was an old churchtower to the southwest. i don't know who was on the churchtower.

anthony burch does impress me with the genuinely creative storytelling he does. see the most recent episode of dungeons and daddies. i've been liking listening to it. that's probably one of my favourite moments since the standup bit. critical role has been quite enjoyable to listen to lately. i think it's because they break the group up so it's not huge. and also the shorter episode length.