Silvery Dream

I dreamed a setting in the silvery sky

A silvery city bathed in electric white light

And blue objects

A floating City with sky ways and suspended buildings

In the clouds

I feel coldness

Emptiness

Humans worked in the buildings

Throughout the city I felt their presence

But only saw them once

A group of them who appeared to be scientists

In a think tank kind of ambient

I feel soulless

They were surrounded by computer like cabinets

And busy talking amongst themselves

Oblivious to my observational conduct of them

They were dressed alike, in white smocks

I feel invisible

In the distance I saw more buildings

Futuristic looking, some circular

Others multi storied and rectangular

But Long in height

I feel lost

I ventured close to an open doorway

Wherein I heard great humming

That I recognized to be machinery working

Using gobs of energy as in electrical power

I feel vulnerable

I entered the chamber of pure white

The machines were etched as black lines

Some thick others thin against and upon

The white slate of the image I looked on

I feel insignificant

As they hummed vibrationally strong

I smelled petroleum oil

It felt it thick and black but I couldn't see

Or point it out to touch it

No blue, black, or white smoke or otherwise

I feel polluted

Gigantic coils rose up high in other places

Of this floating city

The humming pervaded everywhere

Concrete like, white pathways like sidewalks

Curved everywhere toward various directions

Nothing but whiteness underneath and above

I feel Los Angeles

I felt no threat and no other emotion

Just the acknowledgement of what I saw

And concern about the smell of crude oil

Weird dream

But weirder is

I don't see or feel any great

Significance to it, just that I

Don't recall the beginning of it

Or the end

I feel mystery