Had an odd dream this past night.
It began with me visiting an island. On this island sat a grand cathedral that radiating a ethereal chorus that paralyzed me. I was here with two other faceless individuals. The music ceased and from the regal doors strode three individuals dressed in scarlet vestments. They wore masks, one was glee, the other depression, the center apathy. Striding down the stone steps they asked if I was willingly to accept the burden of horror and all that it offered. The other two with me shook heir heads and dissipated like cigarette ash, leaving me nodding my head. I expedienced a life on this place honing an ability to write horror stories as the three masked priests over saw me, and even had the opportunity to see my daughter born from a vessel they created for me. She was interested in the expression of dance. Any way I can go into more detail if interested, but the dream took place over the course of twelve hours.