Hi,
So, this is my first thread and it's an easy starter really. I've toyed with a few other thread ideas in the past but I thought I'd start with a
non-threatening one first ;-)
I wanted to share with you a dream I had two nights ago because it had a fairly profound effect on me.
Now, it is worth noting that I VERY rarely remember my dreams. Perhaps only once a year. Normally I awake in the morning with absolutely no
recollection of any dream experiences whatsoever so, it was significant to me for that reason alone.
I'd be interested to hear from anyone if they have any thoughts they'd like to share about this dream.
Anyway, on to the content....
The memory of the dream begins with an enormous battle raging all around me... a dark sky above and a bleak landscape all around.
I fight alongside men and women who perhaps resemble elves, or at least beautiful, lithe, shining people. We fight against dark and twisted creatures
of great evil. Brawny, leathery, ugly ork-like creatures .
The battle is fierce and desperate, we are not quite losing the fight but we are struggling to hold our ground.
I fight my way through the dense melee, through mud and mire, surrounded by the crashing of swords and the cries of those locked in deadly combat.
I push my way forward, towards a jagged, black, shining rock face.
Suddenly there is a break in the crowd and I stand in a clearing before a monolithic cliff-face.
There I see rows upon rows of men and women, trapped in what appear to be crystal cases, embedded in the rock. I recognise these people as "the heroes
of goodness": The best and most powerful warriors of all races who fight for good. They have been imprisoned in these clear, crystal-like tombs,
trapped and frozen.
I raise my sword as though to strike one of these prisons but it begins to glow with an intense orange/yellow light.
The evil creatures around me cower and scurry away.
The light becomes more intense, glowing ever more fiercely, blinding adversaries and allies alike.
I cannot see anything now beyond the all encompassing, brilliant light, emanating simultaneously from the sword I am holding and (I know this by some
means but do not know how) an enormous rip in the black sky above me. Connecting the heavens to the earth.
The light grows still more intense.
There is a deafening silence.
There is nothing else.
The light is all there is.
Suddenly, the light goes out and I am standing before a beautiful snow-covered valley. From my vantage point high on a hill I see, far below, the
flickering flames of torches and candles, lighting the streets and windows of a town in the valley floor.
Second part below
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