Lex
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Had a nightmare last night that woke me at 5 30.
There was a desert.
Everything was very hot, dry the red and clay looking stones were jutting cliffs out of sand the only shade near by, the sand felt annoying on my face as it blew on the wind scratching me with a gusts that seemed more annoying the relieving. I walked or maybe wandered I really wasn't sure at first were I was, but I felt the tugging of the direction I needed to go in. I remember my hand on the cliff walls as I followed the feel of strangely smooth stone. The sky was so strangely vibrantly blue it almost took on a green hue at the horizon were the sand seemed to reflect the colours. I heard hammering, and followed the sound slowly.
Coming around the corner I say someone fixing their tools and a part of a door cut into stone. "What are you doing?" I asked he looked up angry from his work but didn't speak just kept at fixing his tools, I walked over to the door way and noticed a small outline for a little round window.
Everything felt like it was oppressive, like this stone was being forced into something it didn't want to yield too, but it was a gift... and that alone made me cry. Everything felt hot and miserable but there was this... almost home in a barren place...I was pushed to the ground and there was yelling more people behind me but I couldn't see the sand and the wind turned blurring and hurting my eyes
I try to stand but my foot slips and I fall as as I fall I know I'm gonna hit my head and I wake up.
There was a desert.
Everything was very hot, dry the red and clay looking stones were jutting cliffs out of sand the only shade near by, the sand felt annoying on my face as it blew on the wind scratching me with a gusts that seemed more annoying the relieving. I walked or maybe wandered I really wasn't sure at first were I was, but I felt the tugging of the direction I needed to go in. I remember my hand on the cliff walls as I followed the feel of strangely smooth stone. The sky was so strangely vibrantly blue it almost took on a green hue at the horizon were the sand seemed to reflect the colours. I heard hammering, and followed the sound slowly.
Coming around the corner I say someone fixing their tools and a part of a door cut into stone. "What are you doing?" I asked he looked up angry from his work but didn't speak just kept at fixing his tools, I walked over to the door way and noticed a small outline for a little round window.
Everything felt like it was oppressive, like this stone was being forced into something it didn't want to yield too, but it was a gift... and that alone made me cry. Everything felt hot and miserable but there was this... almost home in a barren place...I was pushed to the ground and there was yelling more people behind me but I couldn't see the sand and the wind turned blurring and hurting my eyes
I try to stand but my foot slips and I fall as as I fall I know I'm gonna hit my head and I wake up.