Repeat Dream
Of late I've been having this dream. In it I'm standing in a small country style kitchen. I just finished washing the dishes and I've a towel in hand to dry them. The window is opened half way and a small blue bird purches on the ledge. She begins to sing and the song lands upon my ears as if carried by seraphins. Her song is beautiful and I am drawn closer. I sit on a stool to watch as she proforms for me. The music is so happy and full of life that I begin to whistle it myself. It isn't until I hear the same song bellow up from within me that I realize she is singing an old Scottish dirge. I reach out for the bird, but startled it flys away.
I sit there looking out the window saddened that I caused more grief for this already wounded little creature. Finally, with a feeling of defeat, I return to work. Billy Idol's song "White Wedding" is playing softly in the background as I dry the dishes and put them in the cabinet. Once again I hear whistling. I turn and see the small blue bird once again at my window, this time standing inside. She hops closer to me and I reach out to her. Every time I reach for her, she flies away. When I turn my back she is there again, each time closer then she was before but quicker to fly away.
I try to put myself in her place. Looking in a small mirror as if through the eyes of the little bird I see this giant creature who is clumbsy and trying to get me. A scary monster who could crush me without a second thought. But why then is the little bird returning?
I find myself singing her little dirge. From my lips it sounds brash and morose, but still the melody reminds me of her. She flies to my window and I slowly reach out my hand. Then I wake up.
Idk... 3 is the magic number and since I just had this dream for the 3rd time I felt it should go in here.
-Mike
I sit there looking out the window saddened that I caused more grief for this already wounded little creature. Finally, with a feeling of defeat, I return to work. Billy Idol's song "White Wedding" is playing softly in the background as I dry the dishes and put them in the cabinet. Once again I hear whistling. I turn and see the small blue bird once again at my window, this time standing inside. She hops closer to me and I reach out to her. Every time I reach for her, she flies away. When I turn my back she is there again, each time closer then she was before but quicker to fly away.
I try to put myself in her place. Looking in a small mirror as if through the eyes of the little bird I see this giant creature who is clumbsy and trying to get me. A scary monster who could crush me without a second thought. But why then is the little bird returning?
I find myself singing her little dirge. From my lips it sounds brash and morose, but still the melody reminds me of her. She flies to my window and I slowly reach out my hand. Then I wake up.
Idk... 3 is the magic number and since I just had this dream for the 3rd time I felt it should go in here.
-Mike