Originally recorded:
7-26-95

First Revision:
7-02-96

Posted to the Internet:
5-17-97

One night I had a dream--
     --I dreamt that I was among friends, and they gave me this shot.  The
shot entered my veins, and it was like a shot of adrenaline--only better.
I could jump a lot higher, run so much faster, basically have no limits
physically.  It was a wonderful feeling, basically having complete control
of your surroundings,  But at what price?
     Then I saw this black stone, that seemed to be pulsating with dark
power.  My friend was holding it, and it was apparent to everyone there, that
it was a source of power, and no one could take it away from him, if they
tried.  But my friend seemed somehow different.  More evil, somehow.
     He said he would drop one off at my house later that night.  I went
home, and began to talk with my parents.  We talked about what kind of traps
life sets for us, and how we must avoid them as Christians.
     It occurred to me that this is the type of thing I was going through.
My friend came over, came upstairs, and gave me a cloth wrapped bundle.  We
all knew that it was another black rock, that was meant for me.  And it was
also known that I had two choices.  The obvious choice of accepting it, and
being pulled into evil, with the benefits of the shot, only more powerful.
The other choice was to take it down the stairs, bring it outside, and crack
it in half.
     The thought of power was a strong, almost irresistible pull, but my path
was made clear, and I asked my mom to help me outside, to give me support.
We started down the stairs, my mom confident, and me scared.  I knew what
was going to happen, and what I was to do, but yet I was afraid.
     We made it almost all the way down the stairs, then my mom disappeared,
and in her place, as well as around me, were demons of some sort.  But I knew
what I had to do, and kept going, one slow step after another.  I knew that
my mom would always be there to support me, but I also knew that she couldn't,
because this was my own battle that I alone must win.
     I finally made it outside, opened up the cloth package, as the demons
swarmed about.  I opened the package; saw the black, pulsating rock, and
put cloth over the sides to protect my hands, so I wouldn't touch it, and
become one with the demons.  I raised the rock high above my head, and brought
it crashing into my knee, breaking it in half.
     The demons gave one last shriek, and were gone.  My parents were back,
comforting me, and I looked at the rock, and now it was just a plain ordinary
black rock.