Dec. 13th, 2005

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We were fleeing the grass fires, the flame fronts washing over the plain like waves. I turned my head as I ran to watch in horror as the lions caught fire- thrashing on the ground trying to extinguish the flames in their manes, on their bodies, screaming and flailing in terror. I started to cry, and as I sobbed I lost my sense of direction and my will to run.
"MOVE". A deep voice rumbled in my ear and a firm shove got me moving again. I saw [livejournal.com profile] bikerbearmark run past, and I followed, knowing that [livejournal.com profile] subwoofr was right behind me, urging me on.
We made it to New Orleans, abandoned and damp, where the flames couldnt reach. Scorched animals wandered the streets as we walked- limping lions, smoking giraffes, sad hippos.

I woke myself at that point- I was becoming aware that my pillow was uncomfortably soggy, and that [livejournal.com profile] bikerbearmark and [livejournal.com profile] subwoofr were rather handsome and it would be a shame to turn such a sad, figurative dream into a tawdry fantasy. (Though I *had* wondered what [livejournal.com profile] subwoofr's voice sounded like... Mmmm....)

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