Brutus' nightmare from his perspective
The plain was as barren as death's cruel heart. I stood there; the heat was driving me mad. In the distance there was noise, and dust started to rise, first in the East, then in the West. Two armies raced towards conflict. The sky started to change to crimson, reminiscent of dried blood. The two forces clashed in a frightening mess of violence; one army was lead by a giant, brightly dressed king, who was wearing a mask. The King’s forces wore rich robes, and rode chariots of fire. The opposing army was made up of half dead men clothed in black; they rode on skeleton horses.
Suddenly I was pulled onto a skeleton horse, and given a knife that was said to be dipped with poison. The shadowy figure that steered the horse and I headed straight for the masked king. As we approached his entourage, I leaped off the horse, over the heads of surprised guards, and stabbed the king through the heart. I was shocked when the mask fell to reveal the face of Caesar carved in stone. Soon the stone Caesar and all of his men started to burst into pebbles while the dark army climbed out of their dismal outfits to reveal angels slowly rising to heaven. Suddenly I was sitting in my bed, sweating and knowing this dream meant I had to kill Caesar.
The plain was as barren as death's cruel heart. I stood there; the heat was driving me mad. In the distance there was noise, and dust started to rise, first in the East, then in the West. Two armies raced towards conflict. The sky started to change to crimson, reminiscent of dried blood. The two forces clashed in a frightening mess of violence; one army was lead by a giant, brightly dressed king, who was wearing a mask. The King’s forces wore rich robes, and rode chariots of fire. The opposing army was made up of half dead men clothed in black; they rode on skeleton horses.
Suddenly I was pulled onto a skeleton horse, and given a knife that was said to be dipped with poison. The shadowy figure that steered the horse and I headed straight for the masked king. As we approached his entourage, I leaped off the horse, over the heads of surprised guards, and stabbed the king through the heart. I was shocked when the mask fell to reveal the face of Caesar carved in stone. Soon the stone Caesar and all of his men started to burst into pebbles while the dark army climbed out of their dismal outfits to reveal angels slowly rising to heaven. Suddenly I was sitting in my bed, sweating and knowing this dream meant I had to kill Caesar.
