Writers of the Apocalypse * My Music
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
vision
I wish I could remember what I was thinking about when this happened.
I was trying to go to sleep.. what on earth was I pondering?!?! Anyway, the internal response was the word "strawberries" and I was filled with the taste of them. Before my closed eyes came the silhouettes of various people's heads, all in a crowd, and I knew they were underground. They were human heads.
And something inside of me started to sing, "Strawberry fields forever...."
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