One time when I was in the
hospital I had a nightmare
I had entered the gates of
Tartarus the underworld so to speak to fight undead and all the demons and lost
souls that fight for Hades or the Dark Prince that live within it.
I was alone. I had two great
horns on my head and had two swords of shining steel with glowing gems that
appeared to emit a green fog.
My body was painted blue like
the ancient Celts.
I flew or floated down the
stairs that had to be a hundred feet tall and made of stone
Bones were everywhere.
I got to the bottom and
monsters surrounded me.
I fought tooth and nail
My enemies were
countless
You know the Japanese stories about
the one against a thousand that is popular... this was worse.
At the time of the battle I
was bleeding but I was fighting. I don't know who I was or what I was doing
down there but I had been ordered to go there and I was fighting to my last
breath.
I did my best but it seemed
hopeless. I was knocked over at least two times. Then a woman's voice sang my
name, "Daniel", almost like someone above wanted me to wake up from
that hell, and I woke up in my bed.
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