Last night's dreamscape...
~*’Dream Sequence’*~
I’m walking on a sidewalk. It’s dark and I’m alone. To my left is block apartment housing, to my right, the street. At the end of building, I turn left and am standing in front of the first door (of 2 or 3 consecutively). In front of the doors there is an open, grassy pasture bordered by tall skinny trees (redwoods maybe?). At the opposite end of the building (parallel to the sidewalk I was just on), there is a large concrete wall about 15 ft high that extends the length of the pasture.
Suddenly there emerges from between the wall and the opposite end of the building, a lion and a tiger. They are chasing one another. Upon closer inspection, I realize they are attacking each other and are now darting across the open pasture in front of me.
I look again. They seem bigger. They continue the chase as I watch them. Again, I study them and they appear larger. Over the next few moments, the animals increase to the size of one of the trees (this one is a maple). The animals wrestle and struggle with each other.
From all 3 sides of the pasture, animals come to the scene. Zebras, dogs and cats, elephants, giraffes… They converge on top of the wrestling animals and melee ensues.
From the same places the animals had appeared, so there appear people. All ages, sizes, genders. People biting the necks of other people, who are clawing at animals, who are wrestling with other animals. I watch in horror and awe at the sight that is unfolding in front of me as the people throw themselves into the dogpile. I am an invisible spectator to this event.
Then just as suddenly as all of this happened, it stops. People and animals calmly disburse in absolute serenity and peace. My heart is pounding. “Where are the babies??? Are they ok!?” I shout. No one responds. I look desperately for any babies that may have been harmed in the melee. There are none. There are no children. Everyone is unharmed.
In front of me, 2 men are helping each other up from the ground. They are wearing matching aloha shirts of a jungle pattern. I look closely at them. They are my father and his brother with whom he has shared a tumultuous relationship from the very start of life. I realize that he is the lion and he is the tiger. Or is he the lion and he the tiger. It doesn’t much matter, in truth. They have resolved their issue.
Now I am in a room that has sprung up in the space where the pasture once was. I am standing in front of an aged man. He is a man of the cloth (Christian perhaps?) and he is Indian. His eyes are clouded over, and his skin reflects his past. He has no teeth and mumbles in a language I do not understand. He’s trying to tell me something. “What? What??? What are you saying? I don’t understand.” This man embodies passivity and calmness.
Then I hear in a mumbled and soft voice “God is with you…”
“What? God is with me? WHY? Wait! Where are you going?? What’s happening???”
I reach out to touch the man who before my very eyes is getting younger by the moment. The wrinkles that once told of his life’s tales melt back into his face to unveil a young man. He continues to mumble in his language as he is trying to deliver his message to me. He is desperate, but calm.
I look closely at him. With my hand still on his chest reaching out to him, he stands only 3 ft tall, but has mature features. Though is small in stature, I feel the grandness of his being.
The next moment, lying there before me on the ground swaddled in a white soft blanket, is a baby of no more than 3 months old. He has large black eyes, and copious soft black hair. He is not talking anymore, but his eyes speak the same volumes his words once did. I am drawn to this baby who is gurgling contently and displays the same serenity the man who stood near me just moments ago did. I try not to look away, for I know that when I do, he’ll be gone. Divided into 2 living cells—a sperm and an ovum.
*`POP`*
Thus, I awaken and am left with the sensation of my dream.
I’m walking on a sidewalk. It’s dark and I’m alone. To my left is block apartment housing, to my right, the street. At the end of building, I turn left and am standing in front of the first door (of 2 or 3 consecutively). In front of the doors there is an open, grassy pasture bordered by tall skinny trees (redwoods maybe?). At the opposite end of the building (parallel to the sidewalk I was just on), there is a large concrete wall about 15 ft high that extends the length of the pasture.
Suddenly there emerges from between the wall and the opposite end of the building, a lion and a tiger. They are chasing one another. Upon closer inspection, I realize they are attacking each other and are now darting across the open pasture in front of me.
I look again. They seem bigger. They continue the chase as I watch them. Again, I study them and they appear larger. Over the next few moments, the animals increase to the size of one of the trees (this one is a maple). The animals wrestle and struggle with each other.
From all 3 sides of the pasture, animals come to the scene. Zebras, dogs and cats, elephants, giraffes… They converge on top of the wrestling animals and melee ensues.
From the same places the animals had appeared, so there appear people. All ages, sizes, genders. People biting the necks of other people, who are clawing at animals, who are wrestling with other animals. I watch in horror and awe at the sight that is unfolding in front of me as the people throw themselves into the dogpile. I am an invisible spectator to this event.
Then just as suddenly as all of this happened, it stops. People and animals calmly disburse in absolute serenity and peace. My heart is pounding. “Where are the babies??? Are they ok!?” I shout. No one responds. I look desperately for any babies that may have been harmed in the melee. There are none. There are no children. Everyone is unharmed.
In front of me, 2 men are helping each other up from the ground. They are wearing matching aloha shirts of a jungle pattern. I look closely at them. They are my father and his brother with whom he has shared a tumultuous relationship from the very start of life. I realize that he is the lion and he is the tiger. Or is he the lion and he the tiger. It doesn’t much matter, in truth. They have resolved their issue.
Now I am in a room that has sprung up in the space where the pasture once was. I am standing in front of an aged man. He is a man of the cloth (Christian perhaps?) and he is Indian. His eyes are clouded over, and his skin reflects his past. He has no teeth and mumbles in a language I do not understand. He’s trying to tell me something. “What? What??? What are you saying? I don’t understand.” This man embodies passivity and calmness.
Then I hear in a mumbled and soft voice “God is with you…”
“What? God is with me? WHY? Wait! Where are you going?? What’s happening???”
I reach out to touch the man who before my very eyes is getting younger by the moment. The wrinkles that once told of his life’s tales melt back into his face to unveil a young man. He continues to mumble in his language as he is trying to deliver his message to me. He is desperate, but calm.
I look closely at him. With my hand still on his chest reaching out to him, he stands only 3 ft tall, but has mature features. Though is small in stature, I feel the grandness of his being.
The next moment, lying there before me on the ground swaddled in a white soft blanket, is a baby of no more than 3 months old. He has large black eyes, and copious soft black hair. He is not talking anymore, but his eyes speak the same volumes his words once did. I am drawn to this baby who is gurgling contently and displays the same serenity the man who stood near me just moments ago did. I try not to look away, for I know that when I do, he’ll be gone. Divided into 2 living cells—a sperm and an ovum.
*`POP`*
Thus, I awaken and am left with the sensation of my dream.
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