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smokingboot) wrote2011-11-08 08:55 am
smokingboot) wrote2011-11-08 08:55 am
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Some kind of gladiatorial arena, watched an old tramp fighting a four footed machine beast with a helmet for a head. The more he fought it, the more organic it became, until he finally shoved his head right up its fundament. It roared, he pulled himself out covered in excrement. He rolled all the filth up and he/it became a great light golden lion with a pale white/blonde mane. It was old but strong and happy, A blue grey dog came up to me and let me lie beside it in a hug.
Looked out, new vista: A square lagoon or manmade harbour, pretty little houses, water so clear it reflected the clouds and the pink of a morning sky. I knew the sea lay beyond, and beyond that, going north, I would find a great land of sharp spiked mountains, snowy and sheer. They were beautiful, the heart of a land, but very cold. Still, that's the road I was/am on.
Looked out, new vista: A square lagoon or manmade harbour, pretty little houses, water so clear it reflected the clouds and the pink of a morning sky. I knew the sea lay beyond, and beyond that, going north, I would find a great land of sharp spiked mountains, snowy and sheer. They were beautiful, the heart of a land, but very cold. Still, that's the road I was/am on.