The Void with an Iron Door

Each and every night I dream.

I haven’t experienced something like this for close to a decade, at least not in the sheer volume of late.

Every one has the sam underlying tone, familiar faces that I don’t know yet can’t seem to forget, consumed in the end always by purifying flames.

Knowing I’m asleep I mould the roads, opens all the doors in my way to find the the source of it all. Not changing the dream, just removing all obstacles.

Flight, speed, strength, weapons, whatever I need it can be summoned at my will.

To be asleep yet fully awake.

What does my subconscious want me to know. What does it want me to see?

Tonight I will delve once again in to the void past the violet flames, ignoring the leering eyes and stand before that iron door, tonight it has to fall, it must.