Track 1 · 2:12

Echoes Of Our Future

The story

I begin experiencing a series of dreams that seemed to foretell of a dark and ominous future.

I find myself waking up in a cold sweat, terrified by visions of cities in ashes, planets roaring by the earth as meteors fell from the sky, and people screaming in fear.

It's the end of the age and I sense that I have some terrible role to play.

I arrive late to a wedding. A friend points out that I'm not dressed for the occasion. I look down at my clothes and see that I'm wearing shorts and have forgotten my suit. I wake up devastated and can't hold back tears.

A man grabs me violently and suddenly I'm over come with the spirit. I watch myself as the voice of a lion speaks through me, "Touch not a prophet of God!" it roars through me.

I begin to look outwardly for a signs of change. God is calling me, I think. I have a special purpose.

But nothing changes. I wake up every day and struggle to juxtapose the growing richness of my inner life with the deafening meaninglessness of my menial 9 to 5 job.

I quietly hope for the end of the age to come so that I can finally be who I was meant to be.