In Dreams Burning...

Dusk.
The sky burns in purples and reds
Clouds ooze overhead at hurricane speed
Foul shapes metastasize the air, loose collections of water vapor in terrible form
A bloated and bulbous whale and her vile pup swim through the sky at impossible velocity
An horrible, grotesque mockery of a ray, claws protruding from its belly, crawls from the depths of the horizon, ever upward.
The first stars, pinpoints of white light, fade to crimson. And the world burns.
A sensation of failure and loss, utter hopelessness and despair.



I had a really, really strange dream the other day.