I just woke up at around 3:30AM completely unable to sleep after a completely bizarre dream.
I was wandering through a wasteland--that's the best way I can describe it. It was almost like a desert, but more like I would expect Cairo to look if it were bombed into oblivion and completely abandoned. Time seemed like it was flying by, and the colors seemed weird. It was almost as if I lacked the ability to see certain hues of color. The only noise I could hear was a lot of wind, and the sun was red, and made the sky an orangish yellow color.
When I woke up, I had a quote in my head..
"One owes respect to the living. To the dead, one owes only truth."
Why in the fuck am I having freaky-ass dreams and waking up quoting Voltaire? I'm laying off the spicy foods before bed.
I was wandering through a wasteland--that's the best way I can describe it. It was almost like a desert, but more like I would expect Cairo to look if it were bombed into oblivion and completely abandoned. Time seemed like it was flying by, and the colors seemed weird. It was almost as if I lacked the ability to see certain hues of color. The only noise I could hear was a lot of wind, and the sun was red, and made the sky an orangish yellow color.
When I woke up, I had a quote in my head..
"One owes respect to the living. To the dead, one owes only truth."
Why in the fuck am I having freaky-ass dreams and waking up quoting Voltaire? I'm laying off the spicy foods before bed.