Mark Griffith's 115th Dream
Dreams are weird
Dreams have this weird context where things start with a latent sense of “that’s how it was” - a surreal sensation where something is off but it’s all just the way it’s supposed to be.
I was in a room with a group of scientists - and there was a small machine that looked like an African kalimba thumb piano - and it had produced a series of anomalies that had caused a change in the time continuum. Alterations had been initiated and changes had occurred.
“Well I have a problem with this” - said Miles pointing to the bulging sharp protrusion in his stomach that visibly pushed through his t-shirt.
“He is going to give birth to a pterodactyl and there is nothing that we can do about it” - said one of the faceless scientists. “But there will be people who will try to stop you.”
We went to a travel motel that had the rooms arranged in one half of a rectangle; the parking lot was a light pea gravel. It was dark and the beings from the past were starting their attacks. They were from the 1400s and had flails and swords. We fought them off valiantly - at the windows with their removable screens and the hollow core doors. All the while checking on Miles and his coming pterodactyl. The fighting went on for much of the night - with waves of marauders, chasing, evading and conquering.
We eventually ended up at a Catholic church - that had an open nave, and a balcony that encircled it on 3 sides with stairways at either end. The final fighter had been sent from the past. He was a large man, a knight with short dark hair and a very large sword with which he fought and delivered death. I saw Wright Noel, who was dressed in a western cowboy hat, and I asked him “Are you packing?” - he said no but then he disappeared.
The knight began making his way up the stairs - wielding his sword, slashing and destroying. In the top hallway he made his way towards me and suddenly Wright rushed up the stairs carrying a large Colt revolver, when he reached the balcony he fired and the knights head exploded in a bright flange of the darkest red - frozen in a volcanic state of eruption.
I stumbled out of my subconscious state to half awake and thought - “That was a very weird dream - I need to remember that.”





Glad I can be of help. I'm always pack for you! Ha ha
Sounds like a scene out of a fantasy novel. I’m a huge time-travel sci-fi/fantasy fan and would pay good money for a novel like this :) Retirement career maybe? :) -Jackie (Donnelly) Hoole