Traveling Dreams

Last night I dreamt I was in Sweden. I am not sure how I knew that, but I knew. It was a gloomy day, much like the ones Ive been experiencing lately. It was strange...I was wearing a red gown and I was running through the streets. I did not see people, only the lights from deserted shops. Suddenly I stopped running and sat on a bench. A yellow bird fell from the sky to the bench next to me. It got up and sang me a song. And it only sang my favorite part of the song:

Que desaparezcan todos los vecinos
Y se coman las sobras de mi inocencia
Que se vayan uno a uno los amigos
Y acribillen mi pedazo de conciencia
Que se consuman las palabras en los labios
Que contaminen todo el agua del planeta
O que renuncien los filantropos y sabios
Y que se muera hoy hasta el ultimo poeta

This lasted what felt like four hours. Not sure what this means, but I liked it.