It's almost over its almost over. It's a mantra repeating in your dream. Your dream in which you are sleeping behind a babbling river. The wind bends back fields of flowers to the beat of this message. You don't know if you are hearing it, or it you some how now just know it. You dip your hand into the water and when you pull it out your hand is red with blood. Your stick your penis into a pretty follower's mouth and swish it around to help interpret this dream.