The Geelo Dome, part 1 of 4

This wonderful dream I had last night, I knew exactly what happened and it made sense to me, I could see, I could feel it, I could live my dream last night. And you know what it was...I will tell you in just a minute but at this point I am spinning on the top of the world and do not know whence I speak. But here it goes. The dream, I was floating over a grass field, an empty field, a field that bare no grass nor gravel. Just dirt in the day and mud when it rained. And I felt it, the next hall of fame for this city of Hamburgerville and its minions, well, at least only the minions that came out at night. Angels lived in the morning and the minions would play at night trying to sacrifice themselves to the destruction of Hamburgerville. No, no there weren't any hamburgers in this city, at least that I know of, but there is more to read than just the mischief gossips and the barren wastelands. But how to accomplish this without sounding repetitive. What do we need, What do we need, what do we need? And I dream. And I spin. And it was real. But do not smite those words, this dream came through.

And we're on...

This glass dome we created as a centre stage for the downtown core of Hamburgerville across the ocean of Tadah. The new hall of fame, the field began to become barren and it survived. How did we do this? Well. Those minions that draped and droned every night started creating the dome while during the day, having to sneak past the angels with immense precise accuracy that the view of the angel was no longer in the way of seeing minions but only imagining that they only came out at night. The angels were blind to the centred work of the minions, but just in case, they would wear a cloak that could protect them and each minion could use it three times and then return to life in the darkness. The minions were plentiful and every day more and more glass began to arise and the angels just looked left and right and not centre and this is where the dome was created. Away from them, away from their gaze, in the centre in front of them. And there were no hammers, or crammers, or loofers or doofers but in this dome there would be. But what was this dome. What did it hold? For whom? And everyday more glass and colour and pink and beauty that no angel would ever see until it was completed. These minions were the fallen angels, the ones who put the light to the fight and lost terribly no matter what they did, they would never again be an angel and it terrorized the minions.