Cosmic Love And Horror

by Natascha 

This, because of recent zombie-related news in the media. And because one day I had a strange dream in a strange place that somehow set the stage and foreshadowed an unknowingly momentous day in my waking life.

“These zombies in the park, they are looking for my heart oh-oh……”, Cough Syrup, Young the Giant (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAsTlnjvetI)

It was the middle of the night, and there were no stars. No light was coming from the sky, except for the harsh fluorescent street lamps that lined the sidewalk. It was very quiet, and I was taking a short cut through the spacious parking lot of a convenience store on my way to—who cares where.  I can’t even recall.

Nothing much else seemed to register in my mind that night, except that I was stopped short by the sight of a man standing firmly with his two feet on the pavement holding an axe.

He was facing me, and his head was leaning towards one side as if he was burdened by the weight of his own head. However, it was his expression that was very strange. His eyes were blank as if he were dead.  Like a dead fish. There was also a person lying down sprawled upon the ground beside him. The man standing was swinging his axe sluggishly and repeatedly, up and down into a very bloody slice in the head of the other person who did not move one bit. The lying entity seemed to be like a mere prop, or like somebody comfortably lying down if not already dead.

The two figures were positioned there out in the open, framed by the 7eleven in the background and the scattered cars left and right. The fluorescent light of the streetlamps and of the lonely convenience store shone brightly on them like a spotlight.

It was all very strange. Who knows why he was continuously hacking a dead man in public, why his blank stare was fixated on me, or why despite the horror, I was drawn to the scenario?

However, after hours spent talking with a psychiatrist and after a long journey towards healing, I am now over it and have moved on.

I hardly even remember much of the whole ordeal and of the countless days spent coming to terms with what I saw, as I now find myself standing in front of two large and ornately carved mahogany wooden doors in a magnificent carpeted hallway with gilded mirrors.

Ready to enter, I am wearing a stunning floor-length crimson chiffon dress that bares the length of my back. My dark hair is loosely tied in a low chignon bun that accentuates my neck. The sheer fabric sits upon the contours of my body and flows like water with every movement I make.

I take a moment to breath and push open the doors with both hands. There were lanterns strewn high up across the open air of the upper penthouse, and below them were a decent number of people sitting on tables with subtle floral arrangements and tiny candles.

I crossed the glittering swimming pool, and my dress followed as light as the wind. I stood by the other side, across the distant dining folk and looked out upon the city. Behind the detached shadowy figures engaged in their respective conversations was the swirling sky. It was dusk, and the colours of the sky danced in vibrant hues of pink, blue, orange, and purple. The cotton candy clouds were big and appeared here and there. As I looked out upon the horizon, one big floating cloud formed the outlines of a heart, and it occupied the whole sky, but I took no further notice. The beating heart inside of my chest knew that somewhere amidst the strange crowd was the one I have been waiting for, and that I was finally meeting him.