Unknown Utopia

I dreamt of the devil last night.
I was in a cathedral, we were marched there;
ushered into the main room.
In the chapel next door (the doors were shut)
sinister light began to glow from under the doors.
The temperature shot up.

The room started to shake and the light instensified in
brightness.
Suddenly there was a terrific roar from behind the closed doors and the
devil rose behind them.

I was high enough to see over the huge heavy doors through the arched
window and I saw his face.

Black. Two great horns. Red eyes. A snout-like nose. A great gash of a
mouth.

Instead of being frightened, I laughed at his farcical
appearance.

It is in dreams, I can identify my utopia, what scares me the most,
what I love...

I have found that my greatest fear, is of the unknown...