This wonderful dream
I had last night, I knew exactly what happened and it made sense to
me, I could see, I could feel it, I could live my dream last night.
And you know what it was...I will tell you in just a minute but at
this point I am spinning on the top of the world and do not know
whence I speak. But here it goes. The dream, I was floating over a
grass field, an empty field, a field that bare no grass nor gravel.
Just dirt in the day and mud when it rained. And I felt it, the next
hall of fame for this city of Hamburgerville and its minions, well,
at least only the minions that came out at night. Angels lived in the
morning and the minions would play at night trying to sacrifice
themselves to the destruction of Hamburgerville. No, no there weren't
any hamburgers in this city, at least that I know of, but there is
more to read than just the mischief gossips and the barren
wastelands. But how to accomplish this without sounding repetitive.
What do we need, What do we need, what do we need? And I dream. And I
spin. And it was real. But do not smite those words, this dream came
through.
And we're on...
This glass dome we
created as a centre stage for the downtown core of Hamburgerville
across the ocean of Tadah. The new hall of fame, the field began to
become barren and it survived. How did we do this? Well. Those
minions that draped and droned every night started creating the dome
while during the day, having to sneak past the angels with immense
precise accuracy that the view of the angel was no longer in the way
of seeing minions but only imagining that they only came out at
night. The angels were blind to the centred work of the minions, but
just in case, they would wear a cloak that could protect them and
each minion could use it three times and then return to life in the
darkness. The minions were plentiful and every day more and more
glass began to arise and the angels just looked left and right and
not centre and this is where the dome was created. Away from them,
away from their gaze, in the centre in front of them. And there were
no hammers, or crammers, or loofers or doofers but in this dome there
would be. But what was this dome. What did it hold? For whom? And
everyday more glass and colour and pink and beauty that no angel
would ever see until it was completed. These minions were the fallen
angels, the ones who put the light to the fight and lost terribly no
matter what they did, they would never again be an angel and it
terrorized the minions.
PART 2 of 4 at 6:30pm, 01-15-15
PART 2 of 4 at 6:30pm, 01-15-15
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