I had a dream.
No, not like MLK. That’s more of what we call a vision than a dream. Mine was nothing inspiring or quotable.
Just a regular dream, the ordinary kind where your mind drifts randomly.
The Grand Entrance
In my dream I went to Hallowby Hall. I had heard that it had the most amazing Christmas decorations on the planet. Everyone said
so. And I couldn’t wait to see them.
So I went there. And even as I approached I must say I was
impressed. Rich, red carpets led the way up the front stairs. Gold gleamed from
towering archways. Tall trees of blue and green framed either side, and from
beneath each bough multi-coloured lights winked mischievously. Banners of satin
crowned the entranceway, and from underneath gleamed the golden light of a
dozen shining chandeliers. Such a glorious sight I had never seen.















