He dreams of a field of flowers, full and vibrant, surrounding a town that has long since fallen into disrepair.
He dreams of being on a boat in the endless sea, from the viewpoint of a very small child, seeing the tall legs of adults around him like moving tree trunks.
He dreams of seeing blood dripping into a jar filled with liquid, and it turning a beautiful blue.
He dreams of an empty cellar, cold and dark, feeling despair and hate burn inside of him.
He dreams of endless rain, of boxes, of dust and dirt and pain -
And all through the dream, he hears.....a song....
When he wakes, he is sobbing inconsolably, a deep feeling of grief, even as the lyrics of that odd song still linger in his mind...]
Re: Sleeping on a Book
He dreams of a field of flowers, full and vibrant, surrounding a town that has long since fallen into disrepair.
He dreams of being on a boat in the endless sea, from the viewpoint of a very small child, seeing the tall legs of adults around him like moving tree trunks.
He dreams of seeing blood dripping into a jar filled with liquid, and it turning a beautiful blue.
He dreams of an empty cellar, cold and dark, feeling despair and hate burn inside of him.
He dreams of endless rain, of boxes, of dust and dirt and pain -
And all through the dream, he hears.....a song....
When he wakes, he is sobbing inconsolably, a deep feeling of grief, even as the lyrics of that odd song still linger in his mind...]