this morning

The soundtrack to all my dreams this morning was Lungfish, and the subject matter all seemed to revolve around the End-Times.

In one dream I was standing on the roof of a tall building, trying to pour a large bag of small chunks of dry-ice into a large bucket of water. The dry-ice and water both had a blue color. As a large cloud formed containing a multitude of shapes, a blue laser beam cut down from the sky tracing out a letter U across my bare chest. This was a clear sign that the End-Times were beginning.

In the next dream Matt H and I were running to catch a black train that was leaving from the station in our hometown. We barely made it, and after a long trip we arrived at another planet pulling up to a black castle. This was where an epic battle was to take place.