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Saturday, January 26, 2008
16:01
Last night's dream.
It was a peaceful night. The tree outside the window swayed with the autumn wind; the peculiar side to side movement of the branches looked like a friendly gesture of bidding farewell. I just finished taking a night shower, and was changing to my pajamas. The next thing I knew was that I heard a loud thud coming from the basement, thunderous thuds which shook the whole house.
"Is anyone there?"
I turn on the lights.
"Is anyone there?"
I started walking towards the end of the staircase leading to the basement.
"Answer me."
A propulsion of green flames emanating from his mouth overwhelmed the pitch-black darkness of the basement, moving very rapidly in a circular manner, surrounding him. Countless objects were swept by the strong gust of flames. The whole basement was burning bright green. It was about to collapse. At one end of the room he begins to lose mobility, although it seemed to me that he was floating in midair, crying, wailing, struggling. The rays of light burned his nightwear, his hair, leaving him naked and helpless. I was horrified. As I gathered all my strength to come even closer, I notice that the man at that far corner of the room is me.
