Once in good old 90s I had a dream: me and my classmate sitting on the floor of giant ancient three-storey library, surrounded by beautiful garden below us, decorated with massive statues, and then I go to the window and see one of those stone faces came alive, spinning and making thunderous noises, with red beams coming out of its eyes.
Once in good old 90s I had a dream: me and my classmate sitting on the floor of giant ancient three-storey library, surrounded by beautiful garden below us, decorated with massive statues, and then I go to the window and see one of those stone faces came alive, spinning and making thunderous noises, with red beams coming out of its eyes.