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I had this dream, of town, peacefull, with children running around, playing in the streets, and the adluts wandering around the market place. I was standing in the square, in the middle of it all. And as I started to enjoy it, the sky turned dark red, with ash black clouds. I heard screams of utter pain, cries of mothers and children, and the hidious laughs, of marourdors. I felt, something, warm and think run down my feet, looking down, the once joy filled street, was running thick, with blood. Turning around, I saw a group of people, running away, from dark shadowy figures, some had swords, some had guns, some had god damn flamethrowers. I watched, as the shadows cuts down the mothers of children, crying babies still in arms, watching as the lives ended, I tried to help, but, I couldnt' move at all, my arms phased through things, it was like I was a ghost. The buildings burned, the people suffered, the marudors had the time of their life. And as the sky was filled black with the smoke of the town, everything was quiet, expect for the sound of fire, burning through the last of the houses. I looked down into the street, still running with dark red blood, to see a bloody reflection of me, which moprthed into a montser. The reflection, popped up from the blood, and lunged at me.
I than woke up, panting, it being, 2 am.
It scared me, so much, it seemed to real, so clear, so vivid.......
 x-l J i n x l-x · Mon Aug 13, 2007 @ 01:36pm · 3 Comments |
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