Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Strange times.

It was so strange. 

The weirdest dream. 


I remember a moon, lit by a blue sun that stood behind it, cradling its rock with fiery arms. And I stood in a dark field with lightening falling from my hands. To my side was an angel, and to my other side was a young man, an old friend. 

The last thing I saw before I awoke was a gigantic arm reaching upwards, to scratch at the golden clouds that formed above. 


It was beautiful. 

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