reply to post by saint4God
Then it's probably nessecary for you to hear about the rest of the dream then.
The dream began with myself being 'placed' (this happens a lot) upon a small hill facing a mountanous area, the hill is green and the mountains are
There are others with me, a small group of between 6 and 8 people.
To my back, there is a crevasse carved out of a massive boulder, with grass growing both on and inside the hole, which you can see right through.
Beyond the hole, lies a scene of truly apocalyptic scope.
Skies of fire, a moat filled with the foullest looking water you've ever seen, stunted trees dotting the landscape between the boulder and the
On the other side of the moat is a citadel, one that is as awe-inspiring as it is dreadful, which has upper levels which compete with the
Near the boulder, but partially obscured, is an abode of rather conspicuous nature, one which puts me in mind of a small barracks or living quarters,
and there is a red carpet in front of it.
Anyway, once all this had been taken in, a loud banging noise can be heard in the distance, coming from the citadel - and behold, the gates open to
reveal the armies of hell!
*pause for dramatic effect*
Anyway, me and my motley crew are naturally perturbed by this image, with several members of the group taking flight upon the instant of seeing the
legions of the damned set forth on their cursed crusade.
Several rush towards the building near the boulder, while the rest run for the mountains.
I remember thinking to myself somehow while dreaming, that the landscape looked so unforgiving, that no peaceful and joyful being must exist within
hundreds of miles, and turned back to look upon the army, marching swiftly towards where i stood.
For some reason, i hid on top of the boulder, perhaps hoping that the elevated position would go unnoticed by the approaching horde.
In my dream, i distinctly felt a probing sensation inside my mind (the level of mental activity going on in my imagination is astounding, i
subconciously accept), and realised that the one thing which can give me away, the one thing which these demon armies seek above all else, is fear.
No man is wholly without fear, be he a madman or a hero.
At this point, i think i must've lost my spirit, for i considered the possibility of surviving a confrontation with the opponent, now a mere hundred
metres from the position.
Taking one last look at the building, so seductively
inviting with it's dark
recesses and fortified walls, i threw myself upon the
armies of hell with much gusto.
Naturally, i lost before i had even lasted a few seconds.
At which point i woke up, and wondered what the hell was going on inside my head.
You can speculate as to the true nature of this dream, but i strongly believe that this is certainly one of the more imaginative illusions my mind has
conjured up in my entire life.
I don't want to even consider the possibility that the dream holds meaning, but you're welcome to attach some if you like.