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Mark Atwood
My strange dream
I was looking up at the sky, watching a cloud boiling in the wind. Then it was two clouds, boiling into each other. Then it started forming brightly colored fractal patterns, and flowed into each other faster and faster, and get denser and denser, and then suddently it got too dense, and feel out of sky, thunk thunk thunk, as a pile of dark black heavy bags, falling behind the building across the street.

Later I made my across the street, and into the alley so I could see the bags. I had to force my way thru a crowd of other curious onlookers. They looked like black balloons, full of heavy foam rubber waste.
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juuro From: juuro Date: October 19th, 2003 11:41 am (UTC) (Link)
... There was a short s-f story about sky-writing that had rubbery permanence...

No connection, probably.
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