/lit/ - Literature

Dreamed that I was walking past my elementary school on the first day of a new year. Students packed in the yard, awful faces full of silent despair. Though I saw one of my former friends inside but it wasn't him. Parents leaving just as the students entered the school, some were very tall, uncanny shapes, not human. A couple with a baby in a stroller were staring at the main entrance, very excited that "it turned out great", something terribly obscene. The windows had very complex metal fixtures holding them open, the classrooms' ceiling was metallic too. Two giant dog-headed bats whose bodies looked and moved as if they were invertebrate, previously clinging upside-down to the wall, moved to a balcony and lied down like dogs. Very sad, I started slowly walking home. Decided to go down a street that I have never went down before, that was always there in the dream city but not in the real one. It was narrow. Inside a wall there was an impressionist statue of Jesus carrying a cube-cross, as the one pictured, on his shoulder. A man sitting down at a round table on the sidewalk, reading a book, saw me and said "he (as if I knew who he meant) said the worst thing in the world is that wall going up". I realized or recalled that a wall of wet concrete was erecting itself around the school every day of the new year.