A vision

I went to sleep, sleep all the way in deep where I saw dust blown into my eye, it was on purpose, purpose, it was a purpose to a dream, likely a nightmare, do you have one of those? all women, all women, all women becoming one, becoming swords with their intellect and words, beauty and charm.. developing plans for a mission, a mission spread all worldwide. Extension of hand made into a fist connected with a wicked look brought over to men as each one opened their hand, each beautiful lip blew dust ..all men

all men worldwide slept, with their intellect and a black bag over each man's head walked up and pulled each lever down, prevailing the effect of a world turned currupt, but in the end ...in the end the dust got washed away then the nightmare struck again.