The 4 Phases of Me and the 5th One Shall Be Death

Throughout my life, the nightmares have come in phases. At first it was the giant colored numbers and letters never harming but always taunting vulnerabilities. Swooping down from the sky just inches from my youth, fitting because i was the slug filled with learning disabilities. Next came the sharks swarming in black waters. Unseen beasts forever stalking and bumping but never mauling, this is when my life became the dark drunken brawler. Then the tornados sashayed in. nonchalant, almost playful at first, then churning with intelligence and great purpose picking up speed -made me cling to horrible-unstable things. This came at a time when relations were dust devilish and unsettling. The present phase is about the end times, Where a flock of upside down crosses turn into reapers after striking the ground. Chasing the masses over grassy hills and forests cutting them down one by one. Those praying with the greatest vigor were saved..i believe. This dream is profoundly realistic and come at a time when I question the battered prophet on his crucifix.