We flew up into the sky.
There was a thunder storm that night, dark clouds like anvils while thunder boomed all around and the lighting came down in fierce sheets across the sky.
And we flew up, past dancing lightning strikes and the roar of thunder into the black billowing roof over the world.
It was wet and cold and the air was electric with the loudest sound pounding your ears, but the taste, the taste and smell now that was something more peculiar.
The mind is a storm, my neurons franticly flashed in my brain like the lighting strikes in the clouds, the words to understand it all came like the sound of thunder in my skull, words so loud in the mind they terrified and amazed me to my very core.
We flew faster, and plunged head first into the clouds.
We hurtled through the misty darkness with light flashing everywhere.
I felt the mist in my eyes, I truly felt what I saw.
Up and up we went, until the clouds themselves began to glow, like a fire beginning to grow in the sky above.
Still there was the thunder pounding but as we broke the surface of the cloud cold and wet we were no more.
There was still the sound of thunder pounding, and the peculiar smell there in the air.
I thought I saw angels, I thought my flying escort an angel here in disguise, for there were many people with golden sun kissed skin dancing and music was in the very air.
Those heavenly bodies they moved just like angels I tell you, I swear.
