apocalyptic dreamer

Had a dream I was being given a group tour of Brussels. All the major sculptures and fountains were encased in thick crystalline plaques of yellow-white salt. The reasoning given was that the water's salinity was so high that fountains became encrusted within days, but this did not explain the statues that seemed to be bleeding salt from the face. It also didn't explain the volume. The streets were blanketed in salt, and it sprayed in the wind like snow. I opened my mouth to shout and ended up with a mouthful. In the thickest part of the spray, we had to form a human chain so as not to lose one another along our way.

Our destination was a small medieval room suffused with a dank, earthy smell. At the center of a small stage was a pit of dung being feasted on by rats. The rotting carcasses of rats, seagulls and gray long-haired cats were littered on the floor and walls approaching the stage. Other tourists found places at the foot of the stage, but I couldn't bear to set foot on one of these dead animals, and I floated, anchored laterally on the far wall, hopping from place to place in search of a safe and proximate berth. After almost landing on a gruesome seagull carcass on the right-hand side wall, I gave up.

End of dream.