A Pierrot's Muse

Wednesday 18th August 2010
I was waiting in the reception of what was apparently the college I used to attend, however, it had a completely different appearance. The walls, carpets, as well as the general atmosphere was completely dull. As if the white walls had faded over time. No lights, whatsoever, lit the hallways.

I walked out of what appeared to be the main entrance; the doors, old and rusty. The sky sporting the same barren, tea-stained colour scheme as the walls inside.

Upon my return, I was met with the site of the main entrance being cordoned off with what looked like yellow police tape. I wondered fleetingly what was going on, however, I let this pass and walked into another door on the other side of the building and made my way to the library. I thought that since no one was being let outside that it would be packed and at first it appeared as such.

There were a few computers; some turned off and some in use. There were students sat on the floor in groups chatting with each other. The blatant lack of books was also surprising. And the more I travelled to the back of the dark 'library' I noticed more empty chairs and tables and I seated myself next to a friend of mine. Greeting her with a friendly "hello."

At that moment, a male approaches us, introducing himself as a priest. It was then that I stopped seeing myself in the dream and instead followed the perspective of the priest. He strolled outside the door into what looked like a barren wasteland and there sat a rusty old caravan which swayed slightly due to a strong breeze. He appeared to be looking for someone.

What he said next was hazy, however I know his sentence ended with "...in the graveyard."