Demolition finger

I’m walking around a building site with a colleague of mine, next to where we work. Construction workers scurry like ants around and inside. We are here because we want to take pictures (we’ve been planning to do this in real life). We’re both wearing belts from which long tubes loaded with 35mm film for our analogue cameras dangle. Somehow we’re able to see the photos we take on LCD-screens on our cameras, and some of them are really beautiful black and white shots. We’re getting more and more pleased with, and inspired from, the results as we go.

We end up outside the site (which is actually an old concert venue) and our attention turns to the facade of the building, which is suddenly coming down as we stand there, frozen. Workers shout and machines rumble, but we’re not moving. After the walls have crumbled to the ground and the dust have fallen, a big silo, at least 150 feet tall, appear from inside the ruins. It wasn’t there earlier. It’s monstrous and it has a threatening look to it. Steam pours out of the ground around it, and it’s hull is grimy and wet. In an air of unison the workers instantly know that the silo must be brought down as well, and they start hacking and kicking and tearing the walls of the silo to pieces.

At first all we can see is a thick, black substance just behind the silo walls. After a while the plates and bricks making up the hull start falling off without the aid of the workers, and we realise that it’s because the thing inside is alive, and it’s moving. As it makes its way out of the shell of the silo, we start laughing in total shock and bewilderment, because what we’re looking at is a giant, black and slimy finger that is wriggling it’s way out of the ground.

I wake up.

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Listening to Massive Attack – Psyche on MediaMonkey via FoxyTunes