This dream, excavated from an old dream journal, I dreamt sometime in 2005, when I was aged 14 or 15.
A hoard of angry people shove into a shopping center late at night, pushing their way under sickly false, flickering lights. I know I must bring the good words to help save them.
“I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield
down by the river side!”
By singing these words I coax the people outside with my song, where the dawn washes over their faces, at last, curing their minds of much sickness.