Month: August 2018

It was a cold winter morning in February of 2015. As dawn began to break, I woke up remembering an unusually vivid dream. The dream, so lifelike, as if I was standing in the dark cave watching.

In the center of the cave was a hole in the ground. And bricks were stacked around it about four feet in height. It appeared to be the opening of an old well.

To the right of the pit, a tall, dark figure stood in the shadows. And to the left stood a brick wall 3 or 4 feet in height. I stood in front of the hole, with eyes gazing at the tall, dark figure in the shadows.