I had a dream last night that a man rushed out to meet a bunch of little beings he knew would be waiting for him, which gave me a vague impression of otamatones or cute little frogs.
But all they did was follow eachother in circles, and make goofy croaking sounds.
I didn't know any other context, but I knew they weren't supposed to do this, this was like their minds were gone.
This was as devastating to this man as watching your family die. I got the impression he'd waited years and years to meet them, either hoping they were real or having already known them once.
But he also knew instantly that it was his fault they were like this now, entirely because he had just carelessly put off coming to see them, just a little too long.
This had failed them, somehow, in some way so preventable and so profoundly terrible that he collapsed to the ground screaming so hideously that I woke up with my heart rate flying.
