I recall, there were two visitations in my dreams. The first night was a woman. She was what I would describe as a beautiful mythologic Amazonian giant, seven to nine feet in height. The second night came, what I believe to be her husband. He came down on a fiery chariot. Slightly shorter than her, he was three times her weight. He was so mad at me. Quickly, I remember, I was on my back, he on top, as I attempted to fight. The weight pressed down so intensely, I struggled for every breath. He wielded a black dagger, a thorn. I remember his smile as he drove it into my flesh. Never in my lucid dreams has this happened. Then, he pulled the dagger free of my chest, peeled my skin and flesh away, smiled with gross intent, then proceeded to drive the thorn into my heart. I sensed every moment, as I felt death, my heart bleeding and the shadow overtaking. Luckily, as my cat does, ‘Luna’ woke me in my time of near-death.
Lamanite