I had a dream!!!!
I was walking down some random street in a normal cityscape, and saw an oldman sitting there with an empty can in his hand. his hair was long and gray, kind of stringy. He had a long gray beard that went down to his chest. His coat was made of an old wool and he was wearing some tatteed jeans, sandles, and on his hands he had gloves with no fingertips.
It looked as if the man was sleeping on the side of the street. A sat on a bench of a nearby park, and just watched this oldman. People would walk by him, see his empty can, and just ignore him.
I watched as an old couple walked by the man, the couple scuffed some dirt at him, but he did nothing. Just sat there.
The man hadn't moved the entire time I watched him. People would just ignore him, or look down on him. No one attempted to put any money in the can or anything.
I walked over to the man, and put a dollar in his can. He didn't make a move, a noise, or anything.
I examined him further, attempting to talk to him. I yelled out, "Hey man! " Once again he didn't move or anything.
I nudged his shoulder and he fell over onto his side. Now the man just lay there. Still not moving.
People started crowding around at this point to see what was happening. I checked the man's pulse, there was no pulse. The man was dead.
People started pulling out their cell phones. Some called the police to come help. Others called their friends to explain to tell what had happened.
I stayed and told the police what had happened. No one was sure of the cause of death at the time, but many were guessing starvation.
As I walked away I had to wonder how long that man had sat there dead. Could it have been more than a day? Would anyone have noticed him if I hadn't?? I guess, we'll never know.
Damn I have some weird dreams.
I was walking down some random street in a normal cityscape, and saw an oldman sitting there with an empty can in his hand. his hair was long and gray, kind of stringy. He had a long gray beard that went down to his chest. His coat was made of an old wool and he was wearing some tatteed jeans, sandles, and on his hands he had gloves with no fingertips.
It looked as if the man was sleeping on the side of the street. A sat on a bench of a nearby park, and just watched this oldman. People would walk by him, see his empty can, and just ignore him.
I watched as an old couple walked by the man, the couple scuffed some dirt at him, but he did nothing. Just sat there.
The man hadn't moved the entire time I watched him. People would just ignore him, or look down on him. No one attempted to put any money in the can or anything.
I walked over to the man, and put a dollar in his can. He didn't make a move, a noise, or anything.
I examined him further, attempting to talk to him. I yelled out, "Hey man! " Once again he didn't move or anything.
I nudged his shoulder and he fell over onto his side. Now the man just lay there. Still not moving.
People started crowding around at this point to see what was happening. I checked the man's pulse, there was no pulse. The man was dead.
People started pulling out their cell phones. Some called the police to come help. Others called their friends to explain to tell what had happened.
I stayed and told the police what had happened. No one was sure of the cause of death at the time, but many were guessing starvation.
As I walked away I had to wonder how long that man had sat there dead. Could it have been more than a day? Would anyone have noticed him if I hadn't?? I guess, we'll never know.
Damn I have some weird dreams.
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