A Cathedral by the Sea
I just woke up from a two-hour sleep, having had one of the most pleasant dreams. I recall being on a remote island, surrounded by jagged cliffs and tall grasses. The sea, stormy and unforgiving, crashed against the rocky shores—a reflection of my current situation since I had crossed the stormy sea that day and stayed the night at my grandmother’s place. In my dream, a gigantic cathedral was being built nearly at the edge of the cliff; right below was the raging sea. The cathedral, towering and majestic, seemed out of place on the edge of the cliff, its red bricks stark against the gloomy sky. The construction was quite strange; the building stood half complete and half bare, yet its interior was nearly polished and finished. The cathedral was decorated with eminent stained glass windows, filling the walls and adding a majestic grandeur. The images depicted scenes from the gospels. One window, in particular, caught my eye: Jesus Christ standing at the center, which I assumed represe