Posted on: 2017-05-13 by Guest

I was in a type of village, filled with very simple structures mostly made of wood. The village was habited. The habitants were not human. They had no faces, no shape, no voice and no names. The village was the only place in existence. Beyond it was blue sky and sands of nothing, like a virtual box. I was not my true self, but one of god like integrity with some human characteristics. I was a stranger in the village. I felt the intention to mind my own affairs. I do not recall what I did, but the beings of the village praised me. They paraded me in the streets and loved me. As quick as it came it left. Unaware of what I had done again, the beings despised me. They hated me and they hunted me. One of the beings, having no form, name or voice hunted me more than the others. It followed me to a wooden tower like structure that seemed familiar to me. All this while, I felt the intention of the beings but not the cause. I climbed the tower to the very top to flee the being. It followed me. I recall no distress or fear as it reached me. On the highest point in the village infant of the silent masses of faceless presence, the being whipped me. I recall no emotion. The being flogged me repeatedly. At this point I have died. There was no image left for me to see, nothing for me to feel. I do not know if this dream would have continued as I woke up shortly after.