"At last, some time before I stopped, the sun, red and very large, halted motionless upon the horizon, a vast dome glowing with a dull heat..."

At last, some time before I stopped, the sun, red and very large, halted motionless upon the horizon, a vast dome glowing with a dull heat, and now and then suffering a momentary extinction. At one time it had for a little while glowed more brilliantly again, but it speedily reverted to its sullen red-heat. I perceived by this slowing down of its rising and setting that the work of the tidal drag was done. The earth had come to rest with one face to the sun, even as in our own time the moon faces the earth.

H.G. Wells - The Grey Man. A chapter from The Time Machine that was removed, and, instead, published as a short story. This story is pretty amazing. That's just an excerpt up there, and it really has nothing to do with the main subject matter of the story. In spite of this, I thought this was one of the coolest parts of the story. I emboldened the part that I liked the best.

For the past few years (usually in the summer, as it is now) I've had long periods of nightmares -- at least one per night, usually for a stretch of approximately a week. I read writing by people like H.G. Wells, and their descriptions of these fantastic (and often awful/nightmarish) things, and I wonder if they've experienced the same vivid nightmares that I often contend with.