Historical beliefs & Future desires (part 1)

Deep, Deep in magic sleep state 808 where the colours of the mind shine through with more of a glow, the unknown was about to be uncovered.

The head of Ritchie Hemingway was ticking away in his sleep, the night had a cold chill in the air and his windows where left wide open, the dream fairy's were having a ball creating visions inside his mind and a cold sweat poured from the veins of this unknown pin head as he watched the spirits dance around the fire under sunshine and blue sky, dancing the ritual of the lost souls,

Then all of a sudden from out of nowhere arrived a ten foot tall red dragon, breathing fire in his eye's as hot as the spoon of poison, he had just injected five hours ago, Ritchie quickly awoke to the sound of a crow pecking aimlessly at his bedroom window, he sat up, but in surprise a very intense dizzy spell threw his head back onto his pillow, he gasped his last breathe as he entered the doorway that lay's ahead,

it seemed for know heroin had taken over Ritchie for good this time, he slipped deeper and deeper into the after world and comma state 808 was beckoning him to enter, a last thought of hope entered his mind, the voices from afar, weren't far behind.