Tuesday, Mar. 01, 2005 - 23:44

Hello gentle Reader.

I woke from a dream this morning that was quite peculiar. Most of it is lost to me, but the final fragments remain crystal clear and so vivid, I can almost smell the sulfur.

I found myself standing in some kind of shrine or cathedral. Roman pillars stood in the gloom. Before me was an ornamental pond. But rather than being filled with water, it was filled with red-hot molten lava.

A figure stood beside me, shrouded in shadow and a long flowing robe. “This is where you must enter. Beyond you will be in his realm. Find him… retrieve the 3 arrows.”

I looked into the bubbling lava, feeling the radiant heat and feeling my own fear rise: ’I’ll burn horribly… I’ll die…! This is insane!’ I thought to myself. And yet I knew that this task had to be completed.

I carried knowledge of the task that I didn’t understand where it – that knowledge – came from. It just seemed to have always been within me.

Below, in the other realm hidden beneath the lava, was Lucifer’s World. He had managed to obtain 3 golden arrows which had been used eons ago during the War that had Raged in Heaven; indeed, these 3 arrows had once pierced Lucifer’s own hide, having been fired by the Archangel Michael.

In Lucifer’s possession, they could be used for great evil. So there was no choice. I dove into the pool of molten lava… it burned and filled my body with terrible heat… but then I broke through the other side and found myself floating in the air…

On looking around, I realised I was in a massive underground chamber. It was dark and the air was rank. Enormous stone pillars almost as wide a football field filled the landscape like ancient, prettified trees, extending up – and below – me into black recesses my vision could not penetrate.

I had the power of flight, so smoothly ducked and soared amongst the pillars, searching for my prey; I found him quickly, or he found me. I did not see him directly (thank God); but I caught site of a wall with an ancient fresco upon it.

Lucifer’s shadow fell on the fresco like a dark, malignant moth. His shadow was so black that it appeared to have substance and weight – and I imagined that I could see all the Damned writhing in agony within it. In one hand, the shadow held what appeared to be the 3 arrows. And from his positioning (wings outstretched, body hunched over), I gathered that my prey had decided to turn and fight his hunter… he was preparing to strike…

At which point, I woke up.

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