I had a vivid dream of extravagant parties during the end of the world. Spokane burned after being struck by skull shaped fire balls; descending from towers of thunder clouds. Everyone who found,and chose to attend, the parties had their panic and sorrow dissolve. The the party had a set of rules to follow. You had to play the game to attend and the rules were simple (although the wording was blurry and hard to remember) it was pretty much show humanity and kindness when there was none. Everyone resisted at first but it became easier to grasp as the world burned over the hill. The dialogue was corny. The hippies won in the end.
Cut to a very large event hosted at an arena, or some kind of megastructure. People were flocking there in the streets all wearing very clean clothing. It was like an end of the world red carpet event. My girlfriend went into a restroom, overflowing with women getting ready for the final moments in the mirrors
While I waited I saw you; you were wearing a classy white business jacket and skirt. It was casual and 'hip'. I cannot remember the shoes or accessories but your hair looked different then you've ever worn. Simple, shiuldder length and soft. You looked beautiful and didn't show an ounce of fear.
I was happy to see you again, but it brought up a sense of an old me. An old me I hate to reflect on. You were in a rush, you were happy to see me but had to go. You were a part of whatever event was to happen, we were all party members. I told you you looked beautiful and I hope it all works out, you laughed.
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