I was riding through the city in the back of a taxi beside a coworker of mine. He's a religious man. In the dream he sat serenely looking forward, as did I before I noticed what was on the horizon.
The sky was almost clear, and I looked up to see what looked like a coal-black cloud swiftly moving into view. An eerie feeling came over me, and then I saw that the dark mass was really a tangle of interconnected shapes that were beginning to separate. I continued to watch these things, evil entities or ghosts, that dispersed and surged forward toward a destination.
I sensed that my coworker didn't see them or notice a thing, and I felt I had to do something. He was still in a calm state, so I turned to the taxi driver. I had a feeling that the driver was aware, as either an angel there to protect us or as another evil spirit involved in a related larger plot. Expressionless, he didn't look at me. Something caused me to cry out in terror, but it came out as one of those melodramatic extended slow-motion screams.
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