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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I awoke again from a sound sleep – as with my previously described experience – more a sense of spirit rising as opposed to actually getting out of bed; before me, in the darkness, appeared an old, dilapidated mansion, something one might expect in a horror story – unable to resist I found myself walking up the creaking, wood staircase, then entering the structure by way of squeaky door. Inside was a long hallway; as I progressed deeper into the sanctum, to my right were illuminated, glass enclosures that I walked by, something someone might expect to see in a reptile zoo or spider exhibit. Inside were hideously tortured beings – arms were attached, extensions of dead, leafless trees; legs, sunk, welded into solid rock, black and cold, not a shred of mossy green, not the sense of anything remotely alive and thriving. They struggled to free themselves, to no avail. I began hearing, wailing: "Light! Light like I have never seen before!" -- followed by crying, a shiver of teeth noshing; "What do you want with us?", the wailing and groaning now almost deafening. I replied, I mean you no harm. Don't even know why I am here. At the end of the hallway there was curtain I parted...stepping inside, only to be startled by a medusa-type-head sitting on the floor – snakes wreathing from the top where hair would be. "Paul Lucius David...do you known this name?" I reassured her, for I sensed it was woman, that I do not know this name, nor I am here to harm you -- the snakes wreathing wildly. "Paul Lucius David. Do you know this name?" I don't know who this is. "You will come to know this name" – and it was morning".
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