A dream.

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I was a cop, a coward cop. I left my police car at the bottom of a hill, on top of which was the station. I was afraid of the neighbourhood. On the way up I met some other cops and then, on a door of a humble house, stuck like the 96 theses was a note, and the note said that we cops must be aware for payback time was here. Arriving at the station we handed the note to the chief, and he to, was afraid.

Later I was walking on a riverside, with my mother. And some lights started to show up in the night sky, small as stars, but fast moving. I saw a yellow flash move trough the sky in a straight line, far in the distance. Every second the moving stars became more clear, and they moved in two coherent groups. I knew it just then that it was a dogfight in the distance, and my mother to, was afraid.

We ran for we knew war has here. Specially fast we ran from the riverside, with all the bridges and harbors that we deemed would be good targets. Sure enough they started blowing up as we ran to the hills and hid inside a house. In the basement was a family, hidden from the falling bombs, but we thought it sufficient to stay in the living room, thinking a house wouldn't be targeted.

Laying on the floor we heard the falling bombs and saw the frighten ones, and suddenly the house it self was moving, a peek out the windows confirmed it. It was moving towards a cathedral, a very large one, and stopped at the entrance. I was then hauled out by soldiers and carried to front row, where judgment begun. I was introduced as the Antichrist, and the grand jury was summoned: the twelve apostles came out flying, wrapped in light, from the frescoes that depicted them, and sat, shining, facing me. I tried to talk to them, as if old friends, but they were all quite pissed for I had sold their master for some money in a time long forgotten.