Tenebrous dreaming

This is the word of the day on my google personalised homepage today (also the word of the day at dictionary.com). I kept meaning to use it for something but I kept forgetting the word.

However, all is not lost as I am now writing a blog. Tenebrous is a word that means dark/gloomy, and in my opinion, could be used to describe a great many things, such as the "a great farrago of ideas rattled around the tenebrous depths of our demagogue, Helen Clark's capricous mind.".

That was a (semi?) joke by the way. Anyway, I can also use it to describe the dream I had on Saturday night:...

On Saturday night, I had a mystical dream full of tenebrous spaces, scheming demons, and their hirsute demonic dogs. In the dream, I was in a peaceful place full of peasants being peaceful, with green grass and birds singing cheery birdsong. I somehow managed to venture down a shaft where darkness enshrouded me, and I could see only the murky blackness. An ominous feeling was all around.

Somehow I managed to disrupt something, and I knew that I had to get out of there fast. There was an eerie glow lighting up the area, so I scrambled up the shaft as fast as I could. Jumping and climbing from beam to beam, up ladders, rock faces, and wood. I somehow managed to get out.

I cannot remember the whole thing very well, but later I was with a friend, Jared. We could both fly, and the demons seemed to have a control over most of the world. They were after us and we could not really fight. We could fly, so we did that a lot.

Well, it became a bit frustrating, just running away from them so we began to take chances. Breaking the neck of a sleeping demon dog here, kicking a couple of demons in the face there. We could fly, and thank goodness, they [the demons] could not.

The dream never really ended, but the longer it went, the braver we became in our exploits against the demons. But it also became harder and harder. Anyway, it was a very interesting dream to have.