It was smoking beneath my feet

I don’t remember the whole dream, as it happened years ago,but the worst part of it - I do:
I was running on a bare- brown soil and it was smoking beneath my feet. Everywhere there was only brown soil to see and no other colour. There were no houses, no trees or green grass- only devastated land. No people even.I was desperate, no save place anywhere, no live soul or plant, only smoke under my feet!

Author: Anonymous

You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

Syndication Feed Subscribe to the discussion feed
Share this vision:These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.
  • del.icio.us
  • digg
  • Fark
  • Ma.gnolia
  • NewsVine
  • blogmarks
  • YahooMyWeb

Leave a Reply

Please sign up for a free lifetime account or log in to join the discussion.

© Copyright 1996 - 2007 Alex Jones   |   Powered by WordPress   |  Valid XHTML & CSS