I had a dream where i had a bird eye view of a group watching someone put bricks in a large bag and put it and see if they can carry it on their backs. The person couldn’t keep it on their backs for more than 15 seconds, then they gave a guy out of the crowd a note and some of their possessions.
They put the bag on a wagon and went to the highest point of the bridge with a hole in the gate that gives them access to edge of the bridge and they could look over into the ice covered water. A cop got out of their car pulled up and tried to stop them but the person moved out of grabbing range as the police officer ran towards the person The person turned his back put headphones on and leaned back and fell from like 150ft right into ice water and never came back up.
The crowd just looked on and left and left the possessions and note on the ground and it got blown away by the wind. It reminds me of how we are only acknowledged when we about to do something to harm ourselves and only because it’s a fucking spectacle.
They put the bag on a wagon and went to the highest point of the bridge with a hole in the gate that gives them access to edge of the bridge and they could look over into the ice covered water. A cop got out of their car pulled up and tried to stop them but the person moved out of grabbing range as the police officer ran towards the person The person turned his back put headphones on and leaned back and fell from like 150ft right into ice water and never came back up.
The crowd just looked on and left and left the possessions and note on the ground and it got blown away by the wind. It reminds me of how we are only acknowledged when we about to do something to harm ourselves and only because it’s a fucking spectacle.
