Wars and Rumors of Wars

Had me another dream last night. A new one I’ve never had before.

It was an overcast evening. I was standing on a hill, overlooking a small country village. Looking up, I noticed the clouds streaking across the sky, traces of the setting sun playing across their undersides.

From somewhere I heard a voice saying “You will hear of wars and rumors of wars.”

The clouds then changed shape, taking the form of great birds in flight. They changed course, swooping down to rest on the grass nearby.

Not rest… stand. They were standing–on very human legs. The nearest one turned around and a very human face stared back at me, its piercing eyes glowing a deep green.

“Run!” he said.

And I woke up.


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