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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I dreamed I was on board a ship; the night was absolute darkness, I could only hear the massive body of water than engulfed this visitor. On board the ship there were many rooms; the diner was full of old friends from my past sitting in the deepest corners of the room beckoning to me, I run through the room. The next room is small and welcoming, there is the sound of an all too familiar hypnotic music playing, there is a couch with a human figure facing away from me wrapped almost entirely in a blanket looking at the dead fireplace, I walk up to the figure, the face is still and life-less, I recognize the person of that of an old loved one who passed away many years ago. In the corner of the room I see my Father grinning at me, my body and soul tremble, then he starts to chase me, I run through the room. I am lead to a small empty cathedral, I am tempted to walk up and peer inside the casket in the center of the chapel, but I feel my Father close behind me, I run through the room and I am back in the small welcoming room with the dead fireplace, but now my dear lost loved one is turned, and looking me right in the eyes, grinning. The music is very loud now, and my father is very near, I run through the room. I enter a new room and slam the door shut behind me, the sound of my Father’s footsteps and panting fades away, the music stops. I am in a long dimly light hallway, that seems infinitely empty, near the end, to the right, there is an entrance that leads to a glow of red with chanting emanating from it, I take a step forward…
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