Somewhere outside boats are going by at sunset, so I want to get pictures. Using camera, other people also getting pictures in the way, little boats and lots of color. Notice one person has stepped into water to get pics without others in the way, so I do the same. A beautiful woman of indistinct ethnicity and white dress clinging to her introduces herself to me, just gorgeous and smart, and I introduce myself also with a peck on her lips. That goes well. We decide to spend the day together. We do.
I go off hiking while she talks to a mutual friend, so it's nice just to do our own things apart while still being together. I hike a loop and remember that I have these great stilts to use that bounce, leap 10 feet high for better vantage point. I use them along a very narrow ridge, country people watching who think it's just the dumbest thing they've seen. I fall off the ridge and land below, just a few feet, and down on the ground I see that the earth is made of rows of buried, dead animals.
Afraid at first they are sleeping - cats, squirrels, all the ground critters that are cute but in large numbers could eat you alive. But they are dead, rows laid there by humans. Thousands. Creeped out, I start climbing back up. It is a wall, and I realize the brick of the wall is likewise made of animals. They are newer than the ones down below.
The bricks are crammed with animals. They aren't dead, but cannot move. Waiting to die of starvation. The bricks were made like this without first at least killing the animals, that would require another step in the process. It's this horrible thing created in the thousands by human machinery. Their eyes open at my intrusion. I interrupt their slow death. There is no way to help them. It's painful that I cannot help them.
A lady and a kid are there to witness. She shields her son's face from this human cruelty.
Bryan Lindenberger's Dream Log Project