I watched a dark parade. I saw a rolling machine among the floats with a giant conveyor belt mechanism on it. People ran on the belt, trying to escape from two rotating spiked cylinders. It was just like a huge wood chipper. These people were all ground up alive. As this happened the parade spectators cheered as if it were a T.V. game show.

I saw every detail. Three people nearly escaped. They were caught by the death machine and a giant trip-hammer slammed down and splattered their heads. The crowd roared.

I felt dizzy. The world turned black.

I opened my eyes inside a skyscraper in Denver. I was surrounded by terrorists that looked like stock brokers. They doused the offices and themselves with flammable liquid and walked outside. The parking lot was full of news crews and onlookers. The terrorists lit themselves on fire and ran into the crowd. I came out with them and looked into the sky. A cluster of missiles shot out of the top of the building and shot towards the parking lot and myself. I tried to get away but some kind of acid began flooding out of the bottom of the building. It dissolved the cars and anything else in it’s path. I ran into a loading dock next to the parking lot and waited to die from the fumes. My cats were dying with me. The parking lot turned into a wall of fire. That wall of fire pulsed.

The world turned black again.

~ by m.londus.pike on September 18, 2009.

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Tags: armageddon, crowds, death, nightmares, sacrifice, trapped