Last night, I dreamed of myself lying on the frozen waves of earth covered by green sheet of grasses. The tickling damp sheets of the grasses gave me some sense of peace, and the falling dew of refreshment at the time of night-midnight, I think. Then, just after the wandering moment, I saw a beautiful flock of butterflies fluttered overhead, puzzled themselves into what looked really like a big bunch of colorful flame: orange, red, bluish purple, blue, and few of others that gave of a sense warmness, as if, facing a real bonfire.
The warmness then turned up in its intensity and, suddenly, a gale pasted us, gave me an abrupt feeling of being hung up by a powerful string towards the moonlit sky, and-I was airborne toward it! As it's almost my nature to miss friends whenever away from them, and in this case, the flaming butterflies, I looked down through the clouds, which my strangely enormous shadow had casted on, to see whether they were still at the place I'd departed. And I saw them, at the same position, but, they were turning from the flame into a ball with wings like eagles'; it started, I knew, to my direction.
While spectating that, I had a queer feeling of a gloomy, and slow-in-motion thing which seemed to pervade the horizon in my direction. It was dark that even the eye-blinding moonlight couldn't even go near it, left alone penetrate it. The Thing churned itself into somewhat looked like a great and fearsome water-spiraling; then, in an eyes' blinking moment, the spiral molded itself up into something like a smoldering bull, with four horns at its enormous head, four big burning eye-balls, but, the strangest thing was its titanic, muscular body-its features were of human's with pair of feet and arms!
The bull, or whatever it was, I finally got uncertain when it let out its two big bat-wings, charged me. I was almost scared stiff, seeing my perish coming only few miles away...even in a dream?
Then, some feeling as if of being half-frozen and half-burned alive surged through my spine and my hands. Only few feet away is the monster...
Looked downward again I saw the 'butterflies', at least once were, quickened its speed...I'd got some hope.
My dream-person's heart beat fast and loud.
The monster gave a sudden jump; stretched and spread out its spikey, leather wings, and soared the Death to me!
The burning sensation increased; I know now what was forming in my back–something long. Something that was long and heavy. I angled my left arm toward my back and felt that it'd touched something. That's when I pulled it up to check. It was a golden, half-meter long metal cane with glowing white, ancient sculptures of butterflies surfacing and when I observed a bit closer, they were alively fluttering under my hand! Maybe this is the help, I thought.
I then lifted the thing and pointed it toward the monster just as it went over me.
The butterflies, swiftly, swirled around me and into the cane, turning it flaming.
The flame then lengthened sword at the tip, pierced and penetrated through the monster's rib. This gave me courage to push stronger and stronger till, it exploded into pieces. I was quite satisfied with myself for that, till I unconscious being focus its ears to a voice that seems to be amplified louder at each second it takes. Then, my logical mind, which seems to be working even when I am asleep and dreaming, told me it was the usual voice of my Literature lecture, booming its three-dimensional, cold personalities of its owner:
'Oi! Wake up, sleeping beauty.' I finally sit up out of this 'unexpected' during-class nap when I heard this addressing; the rest of my class almost exploded with laughers. A bit dazed with the dream, I also felt embarrassed.