Last night I had a dream that I was crossing this long bridge that kinda looked like the bridges by the student union. I got to the first step, and suddenly heard these loud, scary moo’s from cows, crying below the bridge. Goddamn it was so loud, and they sounded so fucking scared. It sounded like vuvuzela’s booming right in front of my face. Then I saw this huge snake in the middle of it all; I think it was eating them one by one because I saw a cows foot detached from the rest of the cow’s body. One of the cows looked at me, and I could tell he was asking for help so for some odd reason I called my dad who is a doctor.. thinking he could save these poor cows.
We came back, and of course he couldn’t do anything. And after a while it was quiet, but I never saw if they all died. I remember asking someone what was going on, and her telling me, and all of it making sense in my head. But I forgot when I woke up. I just remember the panicky feeling because of the vuvuzela moo’s.
“He talked freely and intimately in a low, hesitating drawl that was not unpleasant to hear. He talked of the old college days when he and Gaston had been a good deal to each other; of the days of keen and blind ambitions and large intentions. Now there was left with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to the existing order — only a desire to be permitted to exist, with now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was breathing now.
Her mind only vaguely grasped what he was saying. Her physical being was for the moment predominant. She was not thinking of his words, only drinking in the tones of his voice. She wanted to reach out her hand in the darkness and touch him with the sensitive tips of her fingers upon the face or the lips. She wanted to draw close to him and whisper against his cheek — she did not care what — as she might have done if she had not been a respectable woman.”—A Respectable Woman- Kate Chopin