kliment

Have been having the weirdest of dreams lately...

Two nights ago I dreamed of my castle. Part if it was constructed, and it was perfect. The kitchen, dining hall and main staircase were done. The walls were of dark stone, and shadows danced everywhere in the torchlit halls. The staircase railings were polished stained wood. There were many people in there, and I was arguing with them all. They were telling me to stop building, that I would never get it done. The details were so vivid, I now know exactly what I want the interior to look like. I WILL build this.

Last night I was dreaming of being in a large clearing between buildings, covered with piles of snow. I was picking up snow for my beloved carnivorous plants. (They need pure water, tap water can kill them!) The place was full of worried people. Suddenly I heard a sound, turned around and saw an airplane, coming down, horizontally landing. Small, black and smooth. It dropped a bomb, right next to me. My only thought was of how I was going to die. I thought of it in a very short-term way, as in "now I don't need to think about those plants anymore". I was covered in a cloud of light, of a mildly reddish hue, and warmth. It lasted a fraction of a second, then I was torn to bits and there was nothing.

Weird, I know...