I beheld terrible sights of horrifying things; with frightened eyes I saw the dragonflies, soaring on their brittle, burning wings. They came from the darker places of the rivers of screaming faces that branched out into mazes, of smaller ****** streams. The banks of the streams still smelled and steamed and were lined with the cast off crowns of kings, their fallen skulls among these golden things and still there were other, more sinister beings, beings that froze me cold and made me shake as they appeared to me in the shape of snakes, with teeth like sharpened iron stakes, that seemed to drip and gnash and gleam. Oh how they moved so menacing, slithering through their venomous oily sheen, with knife like tongues that cut so clean, all images of things that cannot be unseen. They were weaving about, in and out, and between, surging wildly, like an ocean of green, and no matter where I would stand, I was just a mortal man, in a place where safety was an intangible thing. I was losing my mind, about to scream, these detestable sights that were so vivid and keen, my sanity was frayed, bursting at the seams, but then I opened my eyes and awoke from my dream.