The Carts, The Marriage, and The Hill
There is context that surrounds the bite of dream I’ll get to shortly, but it’s disjointed, and most of it revolves around The Hill. The Carts are the focus of this piece, so for now, we’ll ignore the rest. (Warning: there is more set-up and description of scenery than actual Cart-time. You’ve been warned..!)
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I am walking up The Hill. It is a very steep hill, though I feel no particular strain in my calves or shortness of breath. If you’re standing at the base of The Hill, looking up, I’m walking on the right side. There’s sidewalks on both sides. It’s nighttime, though the scene is tinted in that grungy grey-brown that seems to be the colour scheme of choice for video games like Gears of War and Resistance: Fall of Man.
It must be fall because I’m wearing a black hoodie, loose, dark-coloured jeans, and skateboarder-type sneakers. The opposite side of the street is lined with tall buildings; apartment complexes, I know. They’re run-down but serviceable, and don’t have too many broken windows or boarded up doors. The side I’m walking on is free of such things, though my knowledge of the landscape over here only extends to the sidewalk and maybe a few hand-spans of grass to the right of it. Leaves blow around with litter, though I don’t feel any wind. Overall, it’s rather bleak.
I don’t know why, but as I’m trudging up The Hill, I turn to look across the asphalt towards the other side. Nothing’s there to catch my attention. There was no sound in this dream (there almost never is). As I’m looking though, still walking forwards-upwards, a shopping cart rolls down The Hill. She’s got a bridal veil tacked to her handle, though I can’t see how. I imagine she’s giggling as she speeds down the other concrete trail. Soon after, she’s followed by her cart-groom. He’s got a bow-tie on the front of his cart-grill and a little top hat tacked to his handle. I imagine he’s chuckling as he speeds after her. They’re off to their honeymoon, and she’s being flirty as she races him to… I don’t know where.
I’ve never seen them again, but I imagine they’re happy.
