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Wed 26th May 2021 12:24

Strange Dreams

by Jerry J. Vahn

Current Date: Well, that was a VERY strange dream.
 
I was cold, so very cold, but the cold felt safe. Something very warm approached my place of slumber. I begin to rouse when my lord calls to me. I rise and bring two of my brothers with me.
 
I quickly look around. A mountain, we rise near the peak. Ah, over there is the source of the heat. Must destroy the heat. My brothers and I move towards the heat. This must be bad, our lord has brought forth four other brothers. I will be with you soon my brothers! I yell.
 
There are small heat makers moving around also.
 
NOOOOO!!! How is this possible! One of the insignificant ones has knocked one of my brothers down! Move! We must Move! I call to my nearer two brothers.
 
I scoop up a handful of ice and throw it at the one who has knocked my brother down. I did not have time to pack it well, and it misses the small one. One of my brothers who is nearer to the small one pounces and slams the small one back. Good shot brother! I yell. We will show these little ones that the cold is not to be disturbed!
 
One of my brothers follows my example and throws ice at one that is flying. Those small ones are hard to hit from far away. We must get closer brothers!
 
What? Another one of my brothers is taken from the cold. I feel his essence depart from this realm. We run at the small ones. I strike out at one and it goes flying. Ha!! Take that squishy small one! as I slap it into the mountain side.
 
One of my brothers attacks the large heat maker! Yes Brother! Destroy the heat! Return it to the cold! We turn to destroy the mechanical thing! What has happened, my thoughts are so slow. This cold of mind is wrong! I try to shake the bonds holding my thoughts.
 
It takes all of my will to force myself back in control. As I can feely think again, the small ones have destroyed three of my brothers. There are just two of us left. This is wrong. One of the small ones strikes my brother with a metal pole. How foolish of that one!
 
I feel my lord arrive. I feel shame that we have not dispatched these small ones. I feel elation that my lord is here! He strikes the large heat maker. Great blow my Lord! I shall help him. I swing at the heat maker with my blade. What? My blade is turned? I have failed my lord again.
 
Time stops again. I cannot think! I try to free my mind again!
 
Thankfully, I woke up at that point. Strange, strange dream. Well, time to get something to eat, and check on Pinky and The Brain.......