I awoke to a strange dream recently in which I was a storyteller, but for some reason I had been brought to trial for telling a story that was as old as time itself which was filled with many truths. The world had closed its' eyes to all truth and so I had been found guilty of telling stories they deemed filled with lies. I was given one last chance to redeem myself and had been placed on the top of a glass dome dressed in a flowing dress of white that fluttered in the breeze of the pre-dawn air to say my final words. I reminded the crowd that all stories have bits of truth and many of them teach us lessons...most did not want to hear but some of them did. When I finished I was escorted to a trap door that revealed circular stairs descending through the glass dome and I began to sing... Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder, consider all the things thy hands have made... the trapdoor closed behind me and I descended into the belly of my tomb. As the gases began to rise so did the sun and her morning show of colors were spectacular to see. I continued to walk down the stairs when suddenly a rock hit the glass dome, and then another and another and then my alarm went off and ended my dream.
Even though the dream ended the thoughts continued believing that rocks continued to fly and eventually the glass dome shattered and the truth finally set me free...but I guess that is a story for another time.