The happy place

I forgot what I was dreaming about in waking up, but I remember it as having been a good one, but unfortunately it faded.

I got a glimpse however when visiting the shopping paradise we have here, what some intellectuals call a temple of Mammon, a soulless pit where people are reduced to different consumer identities and now are looking not only to buy a grocery or a lamp, but rather a dream and a lifestyle and a taste of the good life but it’s unfortunately a very shallow and cynical happiness that comes with a hefty price tag.

Anyway so as I was sneezing I recollected briefly a vivid image from the dream: blood gushing out from my nose and all orifices, blood covering my hand as I held it up to cover my mouth as I stumbled into a brightly lit room, resembling that of a bigger type of shop or a mall.

That was it. Of course what I found to be interesting is how on earth I could’ve remembered this as having been a good, pleasant dream.