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Chris L
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I'm thinking of being a writer when I grow up and I was just curious to see what you all thought of a little thing I wrote here:
I dreamed about the Blue Nebuchadnezzar again. I scorched it, and it began following me on its wheeled platform. I ran, but I could still hear its anguished scream. Finally the wheels broke, and it lay there in the alloy garden. It was a statue now. I awoke and saw my body on the bed. I could hear a death rattle, and a fragrant suspension filled the room. The smell was wonderful, so I had to leave. I entered blackness, and I was suffocating. But, there were blocks to distract me from it, until finally I found myself in a blue translucence of ethereal vegetation, with much larger blocks, each about the size of a human figure. The colossal face of a dead man plunged into the abyss above me. His eyes illuminated but remained lifeless, and he began to move the blocks with his hands. The boxes petrified as he touched them, which frightened me. He didn’t realize that I was not one of them. I didn’t realize the face was my own.
I dreamed about the Blue Nebuchadnezzar again. I scorched it, and it began following me on its wheeled platform. I ran, but I could still hear its anguished scream. Finally the wheels broke, and it lay there in the alloy garden. It was a statue now. I awoke and saw my body on the bed. I could hear a death rattle, and a fragrant suspension filled the room. The smell was wonderful, so I had to leave. I entered blackness, and I was suffocating. But, there were blocks to distract me from it, until finally I found myself in a blue translucence of ethereal vegetation, with much larger blocks, each about the size of a human figure. The colossal face of a dead man plunged into the abyss above me. His eyes illuminated but remained lifeless, and he began to move the blocks with his hands. The boxes petrified as he touched them, which frightened me. He didn’t realize that I was not one of them. I didn’t realize the face was my own.