And now for some dream completely different

Once in a while I have a completely whacked-out dream – some absolutely crazy, semi-logical chain of facts and facets. I can’t guarantee that they’re better than hallucinations from taking drugs (haven’t tried), but I’ve been told so by people who smoke weed, anyway. I had another dream like that quite recently and wanted to amuse my readers with the scenario:

The blue-gray shine of morning’s first light illuminates a cemetary. Actual stone crypts are set in regular rows. Black coffins stand on each crypt, surrounded by flowers. Between the graves, people stand in a crowd. They are all white, wearing white suits and dresses. A queue is visible, forming in front of a coffin in the middle of the cemetary. This one is white, and on top of it is a model of the White House. The people approach it with folded papers in their hands, which they drop into a slit in the roof of the model White House. We move away a little bit further, and an enclosure becomes visible: The cemetary is only a fenced-in part of a larger graveyard, set apart by a tight wall of black metal spears, tips gold-rimmed. Outside the fence, more people are approaching. These people are all black, wearing black suits over white shirts or black dresses and hats. Some of them carry black coffins in teams on their shoulders. It is obvious that they are heading for the only gate in the fence, which is locked shut. As they continue to approach, a tune fades in from the background: Harsh, distorted cellos, starting out slowly, but accelerating. The sawing, straining chords of “Hall under Mountain King” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw0TikGmVz4) rip across the scene. As the speed rises, the black people start walking faster. And faster. As the cellos break into the full riff, they start to run, to charge. The people who reach the fence first can only push against it and rattle. But the groups approaching with coffins do no hit the fence. Instead, they launch their cargo over the top of the fence. Black coffins crash to the ground inside the enclosure and break open. Every single one of them contains a model of the White House – painted black.

And here I woke up. Most of the symbolism is very obvious – but it should be emphasized that this was a dream, not a deliberate statement. So nobody has a readon to be offended, okay?