The Beauty Of Metallic Symphony

October 02, 2010

Dream No. 3

I don't think I have to mention much again about the facts of physics-versus-metaphysics stuff, as I have already done so twice. It is creepy, as these few dreams seemed to have a nexus between them, all about something in my view. God knows, maybe it is referring to me?

Something really seemed way off. The sky was red with purple and green aurora. The ground was filled with grass coloured purple, as though the world itself was ruled by pollution. A river was spotted nearby, but its unnatural flow resembled a river of dilute blood. My mind was really shaking all over.

Then I could spot someone beside me; the same person to ever advise me on that skill called "Fiamma Naegor". The look on her face was as though she was pissed off by something, as well as deep in thought. I felt something was lost.

I studied her feelings, then the surrounding. She suddenly burst into tears, I felt her sorrow, so I rested my arm around her shoulder to comfort her. By the way, did I mention that my arm wasn't skin, but I can't remember what was it...

I also cannot recall anything else before I woke up. Then upon my awakening, it was really cold, I didn't even realize that I wasn't wearing a shirt in an air-conditioned room for the whole night.

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