dreams
earlier this week, I dreamed about a war torn city, where adults and teens hid in the shadows and scurried about like rats, and babies and children were burned alive for having small pox.
This morning, I woke after dreaming that I and a priest would be excommunicated, because of things we'd witnessed. Not things we'd practiced, but things we'd seen. And there was a murderer on the loose. One who was crafty, evil, and very strong.
She'd already killed my father, and the priest. I'd seen her do it, and she knew it, though she'd not seen my face, so she didn't know who had been witness to her deeds.
I spent my dream, running, trying to figure things out, and trying to protect another like me, who could wield powers. The only problem was, I had to keep my face hidden from this other, because she who was the evil killer was a demon, and would kill me the first thing she'd seen my face.
It was a strange, very vivid, surreal sort of dream, where the only colours were scales of red into flesh tones and blue into black.
This morning, I woke after dreaming that I and a priest would be excommunicated, because of things we'd witnessed. Not things we'd practiced, but things we'd seen. And there was a murderer on the loose. One who was crafty, evil, and very strong.
She'd already killed my father, and the priest. I'd seen her do it, and she knew it, though she'd not seen my face, so she didn't know who had been witness to her deeds.
I spent my dream, running, trying to figure things out, and trying to protect another like me, who could wield powers. The only problem was, I had to keep my face hidden from this other, because she who was the evil killer was a demon, and would kill me the first thing she'd seen my face.
It was a strange, very vivid, surreal sort of dream, where the only colours were scales of red into flesh tones and blue into black.