Interesting dream I remembered. Interesting ain't it?

I was in front of a condominium, in the lobby. There were large steps leading to the lobby, and it was sure grand.

I was standing there, with a misty Sun above me.

Then there were this being of the night, already transformed, and in his arms lay a captor.

He was one of those who are too far condemned from a life in heaven. Therefore being in the Sun would not bring him closer to the light.

He proclaimed possession over me and all those in his presence. Yet I was just a spectator.

And there were hooded crows, messengers who spread lies over the plain country.

They were strangely silent, yet their hooded heads nodded in fervor.

And then there were people, dressed up like crows, sniggering and hiding. Hiding, but their white, fat faces did not escape our gaze.

And I never knew if they escaped His gaze.

And I heard their conversation. They were talking about curiosity. And that they could leave anytime.

But could they?

And there was this heat.

I knew I was dreaming, but I could not wake up from this scenario. Strangely, that large winged being drew me with his majestic demeanor, his thirst for blood hanging in the strangely misty air.

And there was this constant wind blowing brown autumn leaves, leaving some on my hair - but there was no wind that I felt, only an intense summer heat.

And the white faced people giggled, and switched positions between the silent, still cloaked crows, boasting about the ignorance of these creatures of the night.

And the Sun was swallowed by a cloud.

I woke up.

De Zhong