The Barclays Building

I had never dreamed like this before and I knew there was something in it beyond my own reeling consciousness. Eventually, my wonder drifting led me back to the Barclays building. On the face of each and every person I saw was that same rictus of surprise, pain and terrified confusion. Another, an older gentleman in a dark blue suit laid on the ground with a beating mass the size of a tree trunk crushing his legs. One of the dark black veins had snaked in through the window, and seemed to have suspended John two feet from the floor, wrapped lightly around his throat.

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