(translated with deepseek)
the mythic dream that i remember my dear friend is very vivid. and this is such dream that i might remember for months!
or perhaps it will treasure in my mind with such safekeeping that this dream may substitute one of those uninteresting dull unpleasant unimpressing childhood memory ...the petty memories that always vexes our face! makes us hop if we walk in a footpath or even roll in bed and bite and swallow our pillow till our throat wants to puke cuz of minds own refusal.
oh, but i must describe and paint this dream to my reader's imagination ;unless ofcrs my Fleeting specters have already got past,
lured by some unoriginal clumsily attempted satirical post or perhaps called "meme" that only caught his eye cuz its text was
posted along with a sexy 2d japanese style animated young nymphet figure !

Anyway, you must imagine this:

I found myself under a starry night (the kind van Gogh himself might have painted) Countless crescent moons (few were full yellow!)bathed the sky in an eerie glow,
their light spilling through the stained glass of a towering Germanic Gothic cathedral, where I lay trapped
or perhaps merely resting in solitude.Strange, though I’ve never set foot in such a church, not even once!
(Being pagan-born, I’ve always kept my distance from holy places.) Yet my mind conjured it with such terrifying precision
every vaulted arch, every shadowed pew as if it truly stood in some forgotten European city… or even Vatican itself!
And there I was inside, barely clothed, awaiting some unseen entity. Was I the night’s sacrifice? Or just bait? Who could say?
Then from the rose window it descended. First crawling along the inner walls like a grudge, then gliding toward me a Cupid!! It seized my arms
and plunged an arrow into my flesh. I lashed out, grabbing at air until my fingers finally closed around its ankle.
In a blind rage, I swung it, trying to smash its tiny body against the marble floor! We tumbled in a chaotic brawl, and only then did I notice them
a gallery of unfamiliar faces watching us, some twisted in sorrow, others grinning with delight. Their expressions were grotesque,
as if plucked from some macabre painting. but the walls and everything surrounding me besides the floor, some pre-raphaelite images,
our mute audience were dark as thick as midnight shadow ! My fury at this pitiful Cupid was absurd ;as if we were ancient enemies.
But in truth? I was its prey, fighting desperately to survive.The dream shattered when it shoved me toward the
window—just as I teetered on the edge of the cathedral’s terrace, moments from plummeting into the void without voicing a scream.
And all this… I dreamed on the morning I was to meet my last week's blind date hah!
and oh golly! it was a success! the date was beautiful and made my day when she agreed to meet again that day's tomorrow and everyday.
think i still won from that cupid ,that stupid cupid fool!!