Current Residence: forest with interwebs access Favourite genre of music: rock/scremo Favourite style of art: anything im willing to try Wallpaper of choice: the joker! :] Favourite cartoon character: finn Personal Quote: Sleep those little slices of death; Oh how i loathe them
In my dream I see a forest of crucifixes which turn into trees.
There appears to be dew or rain dripping from the branches but as I approach I realize it is blood.
The whole forest begins to writhe.
The trees stark and erect ooze blood.
A man goes to each tree catching the blood in a cup.
When his cup is full he approaches me.
Drink, he says.
I am unable to move.
It was like I crossed over into a realm I could never come back from.