Angel's Son

I dreamt of three young men. They were in a field of burnt grass and stalks. But the the Sun burnt this field golden. the men were drinking juice in large painted bottles. They were looking for the earth's birthplace, and the found it in a gnarled, uprooted tree stump. They sat on the porch of a rickety, abandoned house. And for their effort, the leader was persecuted as a warlock.

I dreamt of babies born and they had targeting reticules tattooed on their eyes. Bred for war and firing nuclear tipped slugs into enemy starships. Their messiah was one of their own who had become blind. He was taught to wage peace.

I don't know what any of this means. I plan to elaboroate hopefully.