May 7th, 2013


Dream Journal

At the end of the world I walked through the fallen buildings and the piles made of the dead. I travelled downwards and in, until I found the cathedral. The nave was stacked with the dead and the only way forwards was to cross the soft piles. The chancel and crossing had collapsed, revealing the true altar beneath. Once again, I travelled down and in. Beneath the sacristy I found the door of a thousand locks. I raised my hand and spoke the true name of God, upon which the door turned to dust.