Africa, South Africa from the looks of it. A large flee market in one of the bigger towns. Such blinding heat with so many colors, so many people running about their day. All manner of things being sold the air smells of sweet spice, over cooked rice, and smoke.
A happy loudness of the pulsing life I walk through the market unnoticed by all. They are all to busy it looks like but i touch no one, it gives me small joy to see all the things that are new and different to me. The colors of the earth, smell of curry and the dusty feathers of chickens for market is all a weak thrill to me and so many people everywhere.
My red silk flies in the small hot wind making my hair swim gently i float through unseen. I watch all the faces and take notice of a very old women looking back at me. Her black eyes like liquid silver following me, she sings out at me "Blood in the river!", and many men sing back "Shark in the waters!". It seemed the market became hushed as I floated by in my red red silk.


A dream, speaking from the subconscious.