Tuesday, Oct. 18, 2005 - 12:30

Hello gentle Reader.

We have two dreams for today’s entry. The first is one I woke from yesterday morning, but due to problems with my PC, haven’t been able to write it down until now.

I found myself in a city that was under siege. A great war raged on the city’s outskirts, and somehow I knew that this war had been going on for many, many years.

The city itself seemed to be comprised of a mixture of architectural styles; some of the buildings and streets spoke of ancient times, while others seemed to blend the contemporary with the futuristic; I recall that the city seemed to be largely populated with structures made from blocks of white stone that glared brilliantly in the sun.

While walking down one of the city’s many streets, I felt the ground beneath my feet lurch and shudder violently. Other passerby’s appeared equally alarmed. And then the entire street rumbled and shook, while mere meters from where I stood the road cracked and shattered as something from below forced its way to the surface.

I watched in stupefied fascination as the thing rose from the growing chasm in the earth; it was a machine, all bright and shiny in the sun, and enormous. What appeared first seemed to be a mechanical representation of a dinosaur’s head – probably a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Of course, instead of possessing reptilian, living eyes, canon-like objects protruded from the machine’s sockets.

A premonition swept through me as I stood watching the great mechanical horror lift itself up out of the crevice. I knew something truly terrible was about to happen, and so I ran to the nearest building, taking shelter in an enclave, hiding myself from the robotic dinosaur’s gaze.

No sooner had I taken cover than a great wave of flame, which moved like water, came spewing from the direction of the mechanical monster, filling the street. I stood in the relative safety of the enclave, staring as the wall of fluid flame blasted its way down the esplanade, obliterating all it touched; I could feel the intense heat as it rushed by my hiding spot, and felt the air being sucked out of my lungs, consumed by the fire like everything else.

I watched in horror as the ancient stone walls of the enclave came into contact with the flames, whereupon they cracked and shattered like glass; a drain pipe that ran down the edge of the enclave, exposed to the street, rippled and liquefied and turned to dust within seconds.

The heat was so intense that I raised my arms up to cover my face and eyes, my skin sting and burn in the dry, hot air… at which point I woke up.

The second dream, the one which woke me this morning in a fit of sweaty terror, was another re-run of this dream from July last year.

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