The Vision

Multicolored amebas floating in a confined blue frame, danced in my dream. The sun on a spiked pole waved at me, as it exploded into purple flames; The sky likewise  on a pole flashed from day to night and back to day in the blink of an eye.  time to wake up.

I walked into the kitchen, and drank a glass of water and sketched the dream. The Construction of the Vision began...

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