september 25 2023

[spinalaves]

we’re in a forest, at night, on a beach. I can tell it’s a beach because even as we make our way through the trees there is the sound of ocean waves and cool ocean breeze. I can hear seagulls. We reach a clearing in the middle of the forest and it’s a circular empty plot of land. One half of it is a boardwalk consisting of seven stalls. All are closed and dark. In the centre of the clearing is a giant golden merry-go-round, with rows and rows of white painted horses, and the strings of fairy lights flicker alternately. I walk around the carousel to the boardwalk, and when I reach there there’s an old lady sitting there in shorts and slippers. She’s laughing at me when I ask her what the carousel is. She tells me something i no longer remember. There is this familiar song that is playing over and over from the merry-go-round. The old lady tells me to look at that one particular horse, and when I do, it blinks at me. I wake up.