England. Wait for a train on the quai. Many of us. We pack in. To the museum!
Photographs. Photographs of natural environment, but strange and oddly colored. A closeup of a creature--a bacteria, an amoeba...something of the sort. Neon yellow with ultraviolet lines running through. Looks like a splat. Like yellow ice cream fallen on the linoleum. Images flash of a cosmonaut crossing the terrain. A Russian. Climbs distant mountains, icy peaks. Strange glowing orbs appear, ghosts in space. The Red Planet.
An old man cries about the end. Perhaps for him. There is no end. Everything continues. Life after death...then we are already dead. dream is the battlefield of sleep.
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