Dream CC

I woke up in a vast Italian-style city.  I was in a large marble-walled room that seemed to be like a room in a spa.  I was told over a loudspeaker that I and my two companions were astronauts just returned from space, and that we were in quarantine because of some anomalies.

I looked at my fingers.  There seemed to be a kind of wispy fungus growing from them, streaming filaments outward, but when I tried to grab them, they were ephemeral.  I wondered if this was the reason for the quarantine, though I noticed that the doorways (porticoes) were open, and we could leave apparently anytime.

"Let's have a shower," said one of the others, and we walked into the shower chamber.  He turned away and we could see that his back was full of loose strips of flesh, erupted sores, and more fungus.  We quietly alerted the authorities,. and watched as he was taken to isolation.

Once he was gone, we were ignored.  The fibers were still growing from my fingers, but I still couldn't grab then so I thought they were weren't much of a threat.

I left the room and began to wander around the city.  The city was vast and magnificent.  All the rooms were circular and made of marble, of various veining.  There were baths, and city plazas, with low fences.  The waters were warm and comforting.

As I walked through the vast city, I saw many folks bathing for health, and lying on marble benches, all looking for pleasure and long live.

I looked at my fingers, and I hoped I wasn't spreading an infection.