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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