Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm walking with this girl down a windy path. It's winter and there is snow all around us. All of the trees are barren besides the bits of snow that cling to their lifeless branches.

I don't know this girl in real life. She was a very beautiful dream character, in her early twenties with long blonde hair that cascaded down her back and clung to a light blue sweater she was wearing.

I remember remarking to her that I was incredibly cold due to the snow and the fact that I was only wearing a light sweatshirt. "We're almost there," she replied when I said this.

We came upon the opening of a cave. The mouth of it was almost like a sliver jutting out horizontally from this massive rock. A stone sculpture of a hand reached out from the opening toward us.

As we entered the cave we came to a fully furnished living area. Apparently anarchists had some sort of gathering place here. When I went to leave the cave, I stumbled out into the streets of Chicago. The place I had just left was equipped with a door and everything - there was no cave at all.

I entered again and came to an incredibly nice room with leather sofa's and antique looking tabletops. The people who had been in the cave were now lounging about this room intently discussing politics.

I remember staring at a bulletin board for an incredibly long amount of time. People had pinned patches to it... I rummaged through my pockets and pulled out a patch and pinned it to the bulletin board.