Strange dreams assault me. Visions I cannot explain. Messages I fear are for someone else. I do not understand what I see. Late in the deep darkness of night, Light broke in. Colors, maddeningly arrayed danced. Music played which made my very soul weep. I shall call them angels, though I am not sure what sort of spirits they were. They had no presence but presence. I mean, I could not say where they were, just that they were there. That they strived. I do not understand, I cannot even number them. There was some sort of contest, though, a struggle. My heart seemed to stop as I realized the great forces circling about me. As it were, I had the imprint of mountains rising up and throwing themselves against each other. The music had changed, and the dance of the lights grown fevered. They swirled and swirled until the Light left. Harmony was gone. But the two struggled on. In the meaningless swell of images and sounds, I thought I died. I feared I was in the fires of Gehenna. I could not scream or think or do; only suffer.
Then you woke me, and the thing that I thought I knew was gone. There was something in the dream that I had recognized, that I had grasped, a face, I think, a person. I will know him again.
Tale Told 
This was a great read—there’s a quiet depth to it that makes you pause and think about what’s actually “real” versus what we just accept as real.
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