August 18, 2014

I was sitting in an open area around what seemed to be some kind of stage with my dad. We were watching a 3D display of some sort. The show featured rather polished animation, but partway through it seemed that the producers got lazy and started to animate some really random and obscene things. At the end the show closed with a bunch of neon colored geometric shapes being shot straight at the viewers.

I was in the back seat of a car and we were driving through a mountainous forest area. I think we were headed somewhere to stay for the night. The boy to the right of me leaned on my shoulder and told me how the trees were “the saddest things in the world”, for they were the only standing witnesses left from a bombing 40 years ago. His breath in my ear was caught up in an unsteady rhythm which I assumed to be a sign of him crying.