I was watching mountains emerge from both oceans, which were only separated by 200 yards of pavement. The sea was glassy waves undulating like a buckling mirror. A giant obelisk jutted skyward, ominous without windows. I remembered having traveled its bowels at some point, the dark stairwells and strange rooms still dragged at my thoughts. finally the demolition crew started ripping up the pavement and the two oceans merged without incident.
A man inside the tower whispered and preached in fury and desperation, I looked to the west where the Matterhorn grew. the man was afraid of the end times, I saw it as the beginning life coursed thru me i felt good.
I woke up.
