I was either daydreaming or simply dreaming when I saw myself crying on a mountaintop. I was hysterical with a stack of money in my hands standing at the farthest edge of the cliff. I raised the money in my hand and threw it as high as I could watching it attack the sky and then slowly it rained down. As I walked away, the money fell against the background of the sky, I kept walking just to be free of it. It felt like an escape. I felt like I knew where I was going and I was relieved. As the money came closer to the ground, a mob of people below were fighting but mostly they were fighting themselves in need of it. Completely dependent on it. Preying upon it like a lion to a gazelle or a zombie to blood. It was like a horror movie I survived.
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