I woke up to the sound of crashing metal, thunderous in volume through my very being.  Before the clash, precognition served me well as I struggled with the ethereal chains that held me fast asleep - eyelid of the third slipped open to behold the giant metal snake precariously curving off the path far above me; should I move?  As the seconds counted down, my being resolved to remain completely still until the horrible conclusion.  The railroad in the sky produced for the earth a chaotic smashing mess of derailed metal, right in the middle of my house.  I leapt from bed to see it happen mere strides away from my resting place.  Why my bed was in a living room, I did not know.   Had I fled before the crash, I may have been hit by the rolling debris; however, not a dust cloud choked the air.  My eyes now open I viewed a home that was mine which I had never seen before.  And, I somehow knew my mother was on the second floor at the extreme side of the L-shaped house.  I made my way.

    Pleading to her about the strangeness of the accident, she stood skeptical as if she didn’t even hear it.  I told her that a train crashed on both of my flanks, and I stressed the part about it being miraculous that I was still alive.  Reluctantly leaving her comfortable retreat, she came to see that I was telling the truth, though I misunderstood about the train wreck beside the fountain - THAT train has been there for awhile, vertically jabbed into the ground beside my bed.  "It’s a fixture," she said.  The other train wreck was new....

    Now awake and having dealt with the accident report, curiosity overtook me; I moved with wanderlust about this new world.  I circled the house, perplexed over its design, and proceeded to head West.  Though outside, I found a corridor of worked stone and mortar open to the skies.  The air was whiter than before, here.  As my fingers met the space before me, I watched the air itself shift; my skin would glow and trail its own image...

    In the open chamber ahead, several weapons faded in and out of focus, dancing silently in the air, floating eerily by only inches from the ground... This place was so familiar, but what was it?  All of the different kinds of blades...swords...knives...felt so much like a part of my past.  As I reached for one, it slowed down in its flight away, though my fingers passed right through it... It was like a thick shape of mist.

    And now, it seemed that a friend of mine was in trouble; who it was, I did not know...but I ran home to find out.  The world changed.  A storm was brewing in the distance, and my home was now a skyscraper from a post-apocalyptic time... My family was huddled in the safety of one of the upper floors, and they were helping others in.  I circled the fountain and my bed, and the fallen trains, and a man dressed in an ornate black and silver robe emerged from the scene... I was... questioned about something.... I cannot remember the whole thing...the Secret of Death...?  The events are blurred now.

Reciting the words...
Coughing up my own heart...into a plate
Swallowing a mass of stitched together balls of flesh and veins...
A clock ticking...

I visited my family in the skyscraper.  My grandmother didn’t have much time left.  I felt sorry for her but there was nothing I could do.  It was time and all I could do was remind her that her life was important, or that it meant something.  A phone was ringing but only I could hear it.  As my family stood by various windows watching tornadoes touch the ground in the distance, I got up and followed the sound.  So many missed calls...  I found our cordless phone on a stone ledge outside of the skyscraper, many many stories above the ground... Somehow, I wasn’t afraid of falling

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This dream went on for awhile, and many parts
are blurred out...
...I’ll stop here...