Date: 6/16/2019
By Aler
I was a tourist going to King Kong island, with my family. We arrived by ferry, and there was s nice gift shop and hotel. I read reviews of the show as if it were s movie, so I knew what to expect. I drew scenes from the upcoming dream on paper and ink. There were many shots of the beast looming over the horizon, giant. It had the head of Ian McShane. The show starts and we’re in the audience, maybe drugged. No children present - where are they? This is clearly a sacrifice. It is nightmarish, even in the context of a nightmare. No Kong. The show ends and everyone remains seated. For a long time. Eventually I get up and find we’re not locked in. I explore a bit but get scared. People start to leave, then everyone leaves. There is a panic outside as people get into cars and drive away. Then more panicked people start driving back, saying that driving away is much worse. I am wandering in a daze. The island dwellers emerge from a building, chatting amongst themselves that it’s time. I wake up.