Journal Entry 50

I dreamt of the Beautiful one last night. We were in the mountains overlooking a giant hot spring. There were animals that looked like polar bears with horns like a ram that bathed and feed on the bank of the spring. A red moon was rising and bright blue rings surrounded it. We were holding hands and she was leaning on my shoulder. She looked at me and thanked me for bringing her here. She said it was so serene and tranquil. She said that she had run from here brothers for more millennia then she could remember. She was so tired of running and said she new I would come to save her. Her statement generated many questions for me. I wanted to ask her about her brothers. I wanted to know why they were chasing her. It was then that a fierce wind blew a large branch against my window causing me to awake. The bang was so loud it sounded like a bomb had exploded.