I had a beautiful dream that the bat boys went camping with Clark and Clark at some point got turned into a huge bear, and they felt asleep around Clark because of his soft fur but Damian who didn't want to go on this excursion, had made a lot of things difficult for Clark before he was a bear, and now feels guilty. He had been scooped onto Clark,s fluffy body and watching his brothers be so at ease with Clark, ever as a bear, shocks him, and he falls asleep with pinpricks of guilt tears in his eyes.
Music stared, a violin and he started dreaming, and he found himself in Clark's dreams and saw how Clark sees him. A mystical, mysterious, pretty boy with scars all over his body and big glowing green eyes, no pupil, no sclera, just green orbs in a pretty face with a mole under his eyes and tan skin and not a blemishe on his face. He started telling him how the night sky had like 13 billion stars, and that was only what they could see with the naked eye. That space was so vast that there was actually no telling how many stars were out there, just estimates.
"There's a reason I know this. " He said as seamed to form in a glowing outline made of stardust with green orbs covered in delicate soft glowing lashes.
"I once dreamed of my funeral." He stated .
Rock metal music sounded as Clark misunderstood the confession as a fear of death.
"It must scare you to have such fears so young." He said solumly as the hevey metal disrupted the peaceful violins.
"You misunderstand me," He said as the violins returned, silencing the metal music, " it was peaceful. There were three boys hosting, a crowd half empty, all crying and grieving, but the boys were silent. Only one of the boys had his eyes open. The youngest of the group stayed that the runway his eyes closed, one gave my eulogy the eldest spoke bable but didn’t see that there was only hakf a crowd behind shut eyes, but I think he knew. And the finale stood by the raised coffin on the platform. They were ready to lower me into the ground when four people perked up to look at the sky. The eldest and youngest with shut eyes, the seeing middle child with the blind eyes, and me, or my corpse. An old shrivled man, that seemed to see me for a second as I looked into his eyes. I was boney, in a loin cloth, and had either a long scraguly beard or a goatee and had soft wise eyes, like Alfred's. They had pailed and blinded with age. Then he looked at where the other three were looking.
Stars billions of stars, and they seemed to be clustering together for some reason, the seeing blind middle, child seemed to try and start lowering me as all three panicked at the collecting stars, but they weren’t fast enough, and what seemed to be a shooting star aiming for the funeral swept down and took old man me up into the air with him. Like an arrow. He took me far away into the stars with a flash of white light.
It was him. I may have been old and gray, but he was still young, spry, and bright, even if we were the same age. A mirror, a brother. One taken from me long ago by my own guilty hands. I cried."
"That must have been hard ." The metal sounded.
" He was breath-taking." Damian said with tears in his eyes as voilins returned.
"He was smiling while I was crying. I sobbed from gilt as I held him, as he took me up into the stars. He just laughed like a bell and let me go to float into the star filled splendor of the void of space, and sofly he said to me, "From dust we come, to star dust I return you too."
"That must have been hard." The metal sympathized.
"It was beautiful." The violins revealed as tears flooded my eyes.
"My brother, Danyal, gave me a send-off as I returned to dust. He forgave me in that dream. In that moment, I was at peace."
