I was the priest in a spartan church in the baptist style, but the altar and my garb was distinctly Roman Catholic. The Bible is in front of me, but I get the distinct impression that it it is written in code that I don't understand. This disturbs me, as I must soon give the sermon. The place is crowded, but the people do not seem to see me, though their eyes are enormous, covering much of their faces. They have no retnias nor eyelids, and sport vacant grins. They eyes click back and forth like one of those clocks, have you seen one? Where the black cats tail is the pendlum and its eyes sway back and forth every second? Like that. Suddenly, the double doors at the end of the building open, and a man dressed in black enters, he walks to the altar and lifts me up by the collar of my robe. He tells me I must find "The Ancient". I wake up. |
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