EarthDISC

It's always the same dream. I am sitting down at the edge of a flat discus with my legs hanging out; I'd imagine it to be the flat Earth. But I don't really know because I am just sitting down, staring into a darkness. The water that flows from behind me, suddenly freezes over; once they cascade into the dark void below me. The icicles then, break off, prickling the silence.

One. Two. Five. Lights. No, stars. No, the Milky Way. A river of stars appear, in front of me as a whip of blazing fire. Cold fire. Then it goes away.

A soft whisper of my name from a distinguishable voice, 'Weng.'

I wake up.

7:28 a.m.

For the past few weeks... the same dream, the same time.