Dream
I decided to write this dream in full detail but I realized that it's pretty long so here's the
SUMMARY
I walked into the forest and found myself in some sort of ruins with, all of a sudden, a Bible in my hand. I had a feeling that I had to read the Bible right then and there so I looked for a nice spot to sit. I went inside the room beside me and sat on the floor by the wall, facing an old-looking bed. As I was about to read the Bible, a bunch of huge cockroach-like beetles crawled out from under the bed and out the doorway. I then decided to sit on the bed, when suddenly a huge lion crawled out. It looked very hungry and I thought it was going to eat me. But instead, it just stared at me, and then he left.
But if you're up for a long read, here you go.
THE DREAM
Though in the middle of a joyous celebration, a festival, I decided to sneak away. With each step, the noise and music drifted further and further away, slowly, into an indistinguishable din, fading finally into the gentle quiet of the trees. I took another glance back from where I came. Colorful tents, banderitas, food stalls, people dancing, playing games, feasting… all of it seemed so far away.
I turned away to look at what lay ahead of me. Trees. They glowed a sleepy orange from the late afternoon sun, inviting me in. Carefully, I stepped over damp roots, ducking my head under the bough of an acacia, and into the cool shade of the woods. I walked along, slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the new light, the new color. Blue gray shadows lay still along the damp earth. Pools of pale sunlight danced, fading, pulsing, shivering, swaying on the forest floor. I moved on, deeper into the heart of the wood, into a sort of
basement.
Somewhere familiar, like a home, lost in memories. Still, the trees surround me, but this time their roots snake along a cement floor, around one concrete wall, and suddenly I have a Bible in my hand. Someone is whispering Bible books in my head.
Romans, Isaiah, Matthew, John, Psalms…
I can’t tell if it’s my voice or if it’s someone else’s. But it doesn’t matter. I feel a sudden urge to open the Bible in my hand. Something’s telling me that I’ll find something important, something that I must know. But first, I need to find a place to sit.
In the shade. I must sit in the shade. And I must lean my back on something.
Around the pale sunlight, I searched for the perfect spot. I stepped into a doorway, onto the other side of the concrete wall, into a room, with no roof, and totally empty, except for one dusty old bed in the middle. I made my way to the other side of the room, sat down against the wall, in the shade, and opened the Bible. Suddenly, I heard a strange scurrying from underneath the bed, and then out came an army of cockroach-like beetles, each one bigger than a fist. There were almost a hundred of them, and I could see their brown shells glistening in the light. All together, they crawled out through the door then disappeared. The old bed then seemed very inviting.
I climbed onto the bed, the mattress, obviously old and worn down. There was a strange lump by my right leg. The strange lump was, apparently, an old lion hiding under the bed. It crawled out, with much grace and dignity, as if it were stepping down from a throne. Like the bed, it looked like it was at least a hundred years old, worn down by time. His mane was thin, his whiskers, crooked. And his body, starved. The old lion immediately moved near me, and pressed his face close to mine. But I saw no flash of teeth, no gaping mouth, ready to swallow me whole. Nor did I hear a sound from the lion. He just looked at me, with old, tired eyes. And then he turned away and headed out the door.
And then I was all alone.
SUMMARY
I walked into the forest and found myself in some sort of ruins with, all of a sudden, a Bible in my hand. I had a feeling that I had to read the Bible right then and there so I looked for a nice spot to sit. I went inside the room beside me and sat on the floor by the wall, facing an old-looking bed. As I was about to read the Bible, a bunch of huge cockroach-like beetles crawled out from under the bed and out the doorway. I then decided to sit on the bed, when suddenly a huge lion crawled out. It looked very hungry and I thought it was going to eat me. But instead, it just stared at me, and then he left.
But if you're up for a long read, here you go.
THE DREAM
Though in the middle of a joyous celebration, a festival, I decided to sneak away. With each step, the noise and music drifted further and further away, slowly, into an indistinguishable din, fading finally into the gentle quiet of the trees. I took another glance back from where I came. Colorful tents, banderitas, food stalls, people dancing, playing games, feasting… all of it seemed so far away.
I turned away to look at what lay ahead of me. Trees. They glowed a sleepy orange from the late afternoon sun, inviting me in. Carefully, I stepped over damp roots, ducking my head under the bough of an acacia, and into the cool shade of the woods. I walked along, slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the new light, the new color. Blue gray shadows lay still along the damp earth. Pools of pale sunlight danced, fading, pulsing, shivering, swaying on the forest floor. I moved on, deeper into the heart of the wood, into a sort of
basement.
Somewhere familiar, like a home, lost in memories. Still, the trees surround me, but this time their roots snake along a cement floor, around one concrete wall, and suddenly I have a Bible in my hand. Someone is whispering Bible books in my head.
Romans, Isaiah, Matthew, John, Psalms…
I can’t tell if it’s my voice or if it’s someone else’s. But it doesn’t matter. I feel a sudden urge to open the Bible in my hand. Something’s telling me that I’ll find something important, something that I must know. But first, I need to find a place to sit.
In the shade. I must sit in the shade. And I must lean my back on something.
Around the pale sunlight, I searched for the perfect spot. I stepped into a doorway, onto the other side of the concrete wall, into a room, with no roof, and totally empty, except for one dusty old bed in the middle. I made my way to the other side of the room, sat down against the wall, in the shade, and opened the Bible. Suddenly, I heard a strange scurrying from underneath the bed, and then out came an army of cockroach-like beetles, each one bigger than a fist. There were almost a hundred of them, and I could see their brown shells glistening in the light. All together, they crawled out through the door then disappeared. The old bed then seemed very inviting.
I climbed onto the bed, the mattress, obviously old and worn down. There was a strange lump by my right leg. The strange lump was, apparently, an old lion hiding under the bed. It crawled out, with much grace and dignity, as if it were stepping down from a throne. Like the bed, it looked like it was at least a hundred years old, worn down by time. His mane was thin, his whiskers, crooked. And his body, starved. The old lion immediately moved near me, and pressed his face close to mine. But I saw no flash of teeth, no gaping mouth, ready to swallow me whole. Nor did I hear a sound from the lion. He just looked at me, with old, tired eyes. And then he turned away and headed out the door.
And then I was all alone.