House of the Singing Waters

There are five phrases, ancient beyond history, that when said together by a person of power, gives that one control over the universe and reality. A single phrase, spoken alone without the others, will drive an ordinary person mad, their minds trapped outside of this dimension, and unable to reach back to the world they know as home.

It was our job to stop the Speaker. It was our job to destroy the evidence that the phrases ever existed. It was going to be a rough day.

Having a REAL dream that lasted all night long about living in a small town with a tall, thin, blond haired woman, who, while never a physical beauty outwardly, was shining from the inward outward. We had two little girls, twins, as cute as could be, and they both wore blue dresses... the sort that flare out at the bottom, so you can see the petticoats underneath. I can see the two of them playing tag in the yard, running and laughing and screaming "no fair!" at each other, because that is what five year old children do.

We lived in a tiny white clapboard house that sat on a dirt road at the edge of town. There were mountains off in the distance, about five or six miles away... maybe ten. The morning I dreamed of we were just sitting on our porch swing, watching the day begin and drinking our tea and just being happy while our babies ran like hooligans out in the yard. There was a large maple tree who shaded us from the sun, which was pretty strong for even that early in the day.

I worked at a sawmill, pushing papers and fixing machinery. I never saw the bossman, so maybe it was me. That would have been cool. Not much happened that day, just another normal day of figuring figures at the desk. Business must have been slow because that part of the dream came and went like a wind blown grocery sack.

A thing that does not suck is a dream of life and love, a dream where one entire day is lived in 8 hours and the memories carry on forever and every.