Silvery Dream
I dreamed a setting in the silvery sky
A silvery city bathed in electric white light
And blue objects
A floating City with sky ways and suspended buildings
In the clouds
I feel coldness
Emptiness
Humans worked in the buildings
Throughout the city I felt their presence
But only saw them once
A group of them who appeared to be scientists
In a think tank kind of ambient
I feel soulless
They were surrounded by computer like cabinets
And busy talking amongst themselves
Oblivious to my observational conduct of them
They were dressed alike, in white smocks
I feel invisible
In the distance I saw more buildings
Futuristic looking, some circular
Others multi storied and rectangular
But Long in height
I feel lost
I ventured close to an open doorway
Wherein I heard great humming
That I recognized to be machinery working
Using gobs of energy as in electrical power
I feel vulnerable
I entered the chamber of pure white
The machines were etched as black lines
Some thick others thin against and upon
The white slate of the image I looked on
I feel insignificant
As they hummed vibrationally strong
I smelled petroleum oil
It felt it thick and black but I couldn't see
Or point it out to touch it
No blue, black, or white smoke or otherwise
I feel polluted
Gigantic coils rose up high in other places
Of this floating city
The humming pervaded everywhere
Concrete like, white pathways like sidewalks
Curved everywhere toward various directions
Nothing but whiteness underneath and above
I feel Los Angeles
I felt no threat and no other emotion
Just the acknowledgement of what I saw
And concern about the smell of crude oil
Weird dream
But weirder is
I don't see or feel any great
Significance to it, just that I
Don't recall the beginning of it
Or the end
I feel mystery