Free minds

I saw people die in my dream; I don't know if i should be shocked; It's like a giant party at night in an isolated warehouse, the kind we find on aviation sites; The night has no stars and the place is dimly lighted, the sources are out of my sight, everyone seems drunk and i roamed with Julien, i believe it's the typical immoderate american party, and now we are going out, heading to the moore; we just pass the tiny door that leads in the sheet-metal castle of freedom and nonsense, there are people on the roof too, shouts everywhere, and we turn our eyes at the top when we hear an animated cheerful girl giggling and stumbling above; She thrusts on the parrallel bars, and i think "why there is a diving-board here?", the blonde girl with a spruce red tracksuit does a salto in mid air and bed on the ground; no dusts scatter from this pasty soil, no blood spurts on the frontispiece of the building, the body doesn't make even one bit of a bounce, just a deep thud, repercuting through the earth to our feet and i feel i could puke for one second; We know the inward of this girl is nothing more than a gruel, she's simply dead; At the edge above another girl prepares to jump, no one around seems alarmed, no one cares and the party goes on; is it my vision of humanity?, right after this disturbing event i watched Julien and we both think without a word : "we must get out of here!", as people were steadily agglutinate in this sad place, stamping, howling to the moon and embracing each others thoughtlessly, enjoying their dance on earth but the question is who would be the next to jump.