Dream-image

My mind on occasion gifts me with amazingly vivid dreams, ones with naratives, which I call 'story dreams'. I had one last night which was a strange but awesome mix of 'Beauty and the Beast', 'Phantom of the Opera', 'Little Red Riding Hood' and the Bible. Wow. Gothic romantic fairytale, and there's a reason the castle in the haunted/bewitched woods is such a powerful image. There were boats, and demons, and immortals, and languages, and woods, and children, and betrayal, and romance, and villains, and redemption, and ... basically, I was sorry to have to wake up this morning.

But one of the images that really, really stuck with me was this one: an insane, vicious immortal, dancing a madcap acrobatic routine while the roofspars of a vast iron cathedral grew together beneath his feet like a delicate, wrough-iron spiderweb.

I mean, this is the stuff real dreams are made of!