The red sky returned and the irregular colors of dreamland once again surrounded me. I approached the church from the same direction as I had before my wedding. It grew in size as I walked slowly closer, alone and deep in thought. But once again as I drew nearer I became fixated on one thing: the stained glass window. The disjointed image of the red rose that is now burned into my memory. I stopped just outside the doors, my neck craned upward in awe. And the fog that separates dreams from reality slowly distorted my vision.
The dream was over and I lay in my bed paralyzed in the grasps of a crippling fear: the fear of premonition. Did I just somehow glance into my future? Is this what i have in store for me? Only time will answer these questions. I committed this dream to memory so that I might ascertain it's hidden clues into my future. Hopefully one day I will be able to evade fate's attempts to suck me into such an unfortunate series of events.