In the dreaming, I flew past all the stars and reached the end of the universe, which turned out to be the beginning.
In the dreaming, time stopped for everything except me, and I slipped so far from the hand of fate the entire world ran to catch up with me.
In the dreaming, I drank of the wrath of God, and then I think I died a thousand times over.
In the dreaming, everything meant something else — I shook hands with a tree, and I asked a bicycle how its weekend was.
In the dreaming, fire could not hurt me: I walked through a cave with my hand as a torch, scrying patterns that were not there.
In the dreaming, I could not imagine anything, for I was inside my mind looking out, and there was nothing more to see.
In the dreaming, I met Death, holding his sickle, and I believe I was never so cold in my entire life.
lydia
1:54am wednesday, 10th march
I guess you should try to kill your Death or make friends with him. But get cold is no good...
Rich
5:03am wednesday, 10th march
This dream was a little more surreal than what you usually write about. Very rarely do I hear of a dream with such powerful figures as Death and God associated with a tree and a bicycle; not to mention time travel. Its kinda like a coalescence of other dreams.
lydia
Rich