Anthony Leung

A candle in a window to guide my way

The uncrowned king has arrived... the dream instantly became lucid... my second lucid dream... Burning flesh was the first scent and visual. Inside a huge house of crying souls. The woman seems to be ashamed of her burnt body as I looked at her... from her head to her toes she moves in a drifting and slow pace... she tries to cover herself up with some type of linen. Outside of her tearing eyes, she was roasted to a crisp. I told her is okay.. you don’t need to feel ashamed... I somehow saw your death... I’m not here to hurt you... where am I? As I navigate through the familiar feeling house but I have no clue why I am there again and is ever changing....