This morning's dreams were of me touring a couple of small outdoor cemeteries that had a half-acre central lake surrounded by chain fence, and land with beautiful iron work benches, concrete railings and topography enclosed by a small ridge with a built in temple, full of short wooden passageways and the deeper you went into the cliff the larger the tabernacle. The sculptures above a few of the tombs were of winged horses on their hind legs perched 30' high. Everything was lush, old and very open. Perhaps only 100 were buried there. A foot path, a road that only went half way around the circular parameter.

I'm sure I designed each of these, I could hear my soul reaching within the echos of lifelessness and it's happiness visually singing for harmony between worlds.