A dream

I don't make a habit of transcribing my dreams, honestly I rarely remember them, but I woke up with a very vivid one in my head this morning and quickly jotted it down. I also don't make a habit of relating my dreams, but I have been thinking of this all day, and think it is interesting enough to relate. For whatever reason this was not a stressful or disturbing dream for me. I can't even remember the last time I woke up even remotely distressed from a dream (probably ten years ago or more). I'll record what I jotted down plus what I remember from this morning to the best of my recollection. I can't apologize for lapses in dream logic.
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Driving on a dark road at night to get away with a car full of friends. The woods around the road are pitch black outside of the minuscule light from the car's head lamps. We pass a small animal, a pile of guts, that has become roadkill. Then another, larger and messier. Then a deer. Then several, bodies exploded, piles of blood and entrails. Then wolves. Then horses. Piled out into the road. Endless carcasses. The pulpy carcasses eventually become skeletons, bones picked clean, luminescent white. They keep getting bigger and more twisted. Camels, then elephants, then larger giants. Blood stains the pavement. Through a labyrinth of the skeletons of giant bloody creatures never described. We stop before a mountain of pulp blocking the rest of the road
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I return after an interlude in New York. I ride a train that goes through people's living rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, through a theater running a dress rehearsal, through a video shop. The rails are made of polished wood, and everyone ignores the train passing through. I get off the train into an infinite mall. My friend finds me and takes me to where the shoe stores are so that I can buy myself new shoes because I need to run to find another one of my friends to take them to see the road. I purchase some shoes and go to an aquarium. I take my new shoes off to wade in a pool. I reach into the water and a large fish bites my fingers. While I am trying to pry it off a small pink shark swims up and bites my ankle. A worker at the aquarium comes to help and we remove the fish, but there is a deep bite in my ankle and my fingers sting. I am approached by a handsome young family and smile at their small boy who is playing with a ball. The father introduces himself to me and inquires as to what business I am in. He gives me his card against the protestations of his wife. He pitches a newspaper subscription to me which I turn down. Distracted by the salesman, I forget my new shoes.
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I find my friend and I take him out to find the road. We walk through the small town, now covered in snow. There are other people all over the streets. They all seem like college students, people who have heard about the animals. I want to show my friend the road, but he keeps getting stopped by people he knows. Neither of us have shoes and talk about the difficulty of continuing in the snow in our socks. We take a wrong turn at a split in the road and end up in a dark green corridor of a building. There is a square pillar at the end of the hall and around the corner it opens up into a large room, dimly lit, with human bodies piled violently in a corner. A skinny kid with a big green t-shirt comes out of a room and says "don't worry, I haven't killed all these people." He pulls a gun and shoots "Bang! Bang!" My friend gasps, pitches, and collapses. The skinny kid turns and fires at me "Bang! Bang!" Nothing happens. My friend sits up abruptly with a big large grin. The kid smiles, "this is my work! My mom and I do it. Wanna see?" His mother comes out from the room, the epitome of middle American suburban mom. We ask about the roadkill animals, and they lead us back to the road. The progression of ascending carcasses happens again, but it is different this time. After a point they are no longer exploded carcasses, but stiff dead animals stacked against each other on the side of the road. Leaned up against each other. 3 deep at first. Then 4. Then 5. Horses and horses and horses, then wolves, deer, pigs, elk, camels, elephants. Some are half buried in the dirt, some have drips of white paint on them. Their limbs are all twisted and their muscles tensed as if they died running.