amarianita

I'm a nice square, never seen before, very crowded because of a music festival.
It's sunset time, and the sky is full of kites.
I wonder how they can fly without any wind, but they do.
At once a clown comes and starts to make bubble blowers.
It's a weird clown, with bad green eyes.
He keeps blowing to make bubbles and at the end all the space around us is full of bubbles.
The bubbles though keep to growing up alone and at last we all understand that they are aliens.
They grow and grow, but they don't fly. They just stay down and they leave no space between us and them.
We are all so close that it's hard to breathe, but the bubbles keep growing up, and they can't be broken.
The doors of the square are closed now and people can't go out, so we are sure that we are going to die crushed between those bad bubbles, which in the meanwhile have taken different forms (cars, dumpsters, walls).
They are strong and every attempt to break them produce deaths and injuried people.
Bubbles keep growing up and I start to feel sick.
I have a bubble pushing in my neck, at the level of the jugular, and also I have my hand blocked by other bubbles, so i can't move and neither try to push away the bubble killing me.
I can't breathe anymore and I faint. And of course I fall and wake up.