I was with a lady who is friend of mine, Sonia, and Salvator Dali (YES THE PAINTER) at a french neighborhood. Suddenly some thugs started shooting us, while it was raining rotating sanguin oranges in slow motion. Bullets were hitting them, and red orange juice was all over the... atmosphere.
Dali started dancing, singing "You shoot oranges for me..."
I took Sonia and Dali into a... museum with low lights. We ran through a hall to go to a higher floor but a blood curtain stopped us.
We had to pass that blood and we became red going up the stairs.
I saw girls in white dresses with long black hair commiting suicide by falling from the 1st floor. Sonia grabbed the last. She said that there is one alive girl upstairs and then she fall to her death too.
Sonia cried, and told me that we have to save what matters. She started running up the floors, more girls suicided, then we reached the fourth floor and it wasnt a floor. It was a narrow marble hall with no protective fences to the sides. An alive girl was crying wearing a long white dress. Oh the other girls that commited suicide were already dead. They were like intelligent zombies or something. So Sonia took the living girl.
Intensity ended.
I went down with Sonia and there was a conference room. There was the director (don't ask I have NO idea what this dream was all about in the first place) and Dali. They were drinking red fine wine and they were deciding who lives and who dies. I was annoyed about that so... I woke up. That's how I realized there was an earthquake taking place. Woke up when it finished!
Dear subconscious brain, I am not impressed....
Now that randomness... can't be forgotten....
