Last night I dreamt of a trip unimaginable, like no other.

 A trip that was out of this world, where octopi lay dreaming of a creature they fear most. 

Where the red sea parts in two, it shows me the way I must approach, like a sense in my brain, a swirling storm pulling through the atmosphere shooting bright bolts of electricity, as I am in the presence of ZEUS. I can feel the rough soil beneath my gray Nike dunks. 

There seemed to have been this beating light of turquoise in the distance, reminding me of the light bulb Thomas Edison once introduced to light up the world around me. 

Thunder cracked as if it was the sound of a v12 speeding down a slow track.

A sense of the storm and the smell of skillet swelling my nose with sweet pancakes and bacon.

Yodeling to me, telling me to engulf the soft buttered treat.

The picture of my dream as if  Leonardo Divinchi was painting it slowly and peacefully, expressing how life moves on.