last night i dreamed that i was in this floating city, but you never realize how impractical and unsafe something like a floating city is until you've actually been in one. it was basically just a bunch of floating victorian buildings surrounded with sheet metal "sidewalks". these sidewalks connected to other buildings with these makeshift rickety catwalks made of some kind of scrap metal. the entire thing felt unsafe as shit to walk on and i felt like i was going to fall off the walkways all the time. The wind was so strong it felt like it was going to knock you off balance, and the vertigo was so bad i had to keep staring at the sky and navigate where i was going with the safety rails (when there were any). eventually i made my way into some kind of shop.
the ground felt actually stable inside, which let me relax a bit. a little bell rang as i walked in. the store had a carpeted floor, wood planked walls, and shelves of old knick-knacks and crafting supplies all over. the smell of cinnamon-scented candles filled the air. i felt really chilled out in here, until i recognized the faggots who infested the shop.
"hey, welcome to my steampunk store!" said the top hat wearing nerd behind the desk. "oh no thanks dude i dont like steampunk i'm just looking around", i replied. "hey dude you gotta read my steampunk comic its really cool! you like steampunk dont you?" "hey check out my cosplay its very steampunk! you like steampunk!" "watch my steampunk dj show its cool! steampunk!!!" i soon found myself surrounded by sweaty spergs in brass goggles, corsets and trenchcoats. they hounded me with their bullshit fashion sense and autistic taste in science fiction. i just kept yelling that i dont like steampunk and i want to be left alone. the crowd then started to get really animated and aggressive until one snapped and tried to throw a punch at me but missed.
that was the last fucking straw. my primal inner rage took over while my rational self took a backseat and watched through my eye holes. i grabbed the nerd's arm while it was in mid-punch and threw him over my head into the shelf of antiques behind us. more kept coming so i just started tearing through ass like no tomorrow and owned the horde with sweet WWE moves. i grabbed this one chick with my left arm in front of her and my right arm around her back, lifted her up so she was upside down, and threw her head down onto the floor. basically i was fucking them right up 1 vs 8 i think, but i didnt know why i was doing it. i didn't feel in control, i just did these things out of impulse while thinking "wait what the fuck what am i doing why cant i stop".
after my rampage i walked out of the store like nothing happened and traversed the creaky scrap metal walkways. the vertigo and wind just messed with my fear of heights too much so i sat down and looked up at the sky to gain some sense of stability. the view was pretty relaxing. the sun was setting, the town was floating above the clouds, and you could see mountains in the distance. i laid back as my vertigo passed away. i felt like i was floating, or gliding, or drifting downward.
the wind started blowing upwards. my vertigo came back full force. oh shit, this town was falling out of the sky. before i could react, the city collided with the ground and i woke up.
I was telling him about some family I saw who all crossdressed for Halloween and how he'd probably think that was problematic.
and it never gets any less terrifying.
