I'm standing in a field of green grass. Everything is beautiful, everything is alive and there's a cool breeze wrapping around my body. The sky looks pink and I think I can see nebulas in the distance.
I turn to face a huge stone building painted white. The place looks ancient yet so well preserved. There are steps leading up to a door way. There are ten steps. There are, in fact, always ten steps. I count them as I walk up them and I am looking down at my bare feet that are kind of slipping in and out of the stone around the edges. I slide my hand on the stone railing next to the stairs.
There is a huge wooden door at the top. I raise a fist to knock but it is opened before I get the chance. A man is standing there and puts his hand on my fist, lowering it down to my side. He is tall and has dark hair and light brown skin. He looks either Egyptian or Native American. His eyes are huge and dark. He looks to be in his mid-late twenties, yet something about him seems incredibly old.
He takes me into the building and sits me down at a round wooden table and brings me a cup of steaming hot tea that I don't drink. He tells me, "stay focused. Stay here."
I look at him and am not sure what he means.
"Stay focused, stay here," He says again.
He says a lot of things that I don't remember. He is preparing me for something. There is an overwhelming sense of needing to find something, needing to accomplish something, needing to DO something of some sort.
I take his hand as he motions for me to get out of the chair and follow him. He asks, "are you ready to leave now?"
I tell him I am and he nods with a very serious look on his face.
He opens a door that I didn't notice before. I take several steps back, staring at what lays beyond the door. I see millions of shades of blue and white and green, swirling together with objects floating around and mixing in with the green, the blues, and the white. Objects as mundane as lawn chairs and televisions and boats are floating around, spinning and getting devoured by these colors.
"Take my hand."
And I take it.
And then we jump.
I see a blast of energy, of colors, possibly a nebula. I'm rocketing at light speed, I am everything and I am everywhere....
And then I am soaring over an ocean. And then I am flying above jungles. And then I am coming closer and closer to a desert.
"Why don't I know your name?" I scream, the thought hitting me with confusion.
"Anashnu," he says with a sly expression.
(-- I have never heard this name before. I don't know where it came from. I've tried researching it and the closest thing I can find is 'anaschnu' which is a hebrew word, I think--)
And then we are floating over the pyramids. We are landing here.
My suspicions that he was egyptian seem to be true.
"Let me show you my kingdom," says Anashnu.
"Your kingdom?" I say, looking at the ruined pyramids.
"It's hidden," he says, "it's surrounded in magic so that archaeologists have been unable to locate its entrance."
He leads me deep inside the dusty, ancient tomb. We are climbing deeper and deeper into darkness, where random shimmers of gold is the brightest thing to meet my eyes.
Finally he stops and squats down, putting his hand on the ground. He's brushing off dust from the ground until I can finally see what's there. There's a gold rectangle with the most intricate designs and images carved into it. He mutters something on his breath, his eyes closed, his hand positioned on the gold rectangle. Like an elevator or something, it sinks down into the ground. He opens his eyes and looks to me to follow him as he climbs down the hole.
It's so bright it almost blinds you underground. It's so bright from all the gold, silver and jewels that I have to squint and everything gets blurry for a minute.
"Welcome," Anashnu says.
There are thousands of people milling the streets, going in and out of huge golden skyscrapers. Palaces. Everything is gold. The sky is gold, because there is no sky - just ceiling. The ground, that's gold mostly, it's also kind of sandy. There are lots of sand sculptures encrusted with rubys. I spot Anubis and stare at him until he turns and runs.
There are people looking at me everywhere. A woman comes and touches my clothes, looking bewildered before backing away slowly. People are bowing to Anashnu and welcoming me.
We walk down the street and the crowd clears to either side of the street to let us pass. They all stare at us. Some of them look happy and others look angry. He leads me to a palace. A huge golden palace that would make the taj mahal crumble in shame.
Once inside, he turns to me and says, "do you like it here?"
"Yes," I say, "but I'm not sure where here is..."
"You don't need to stay," he tells me. "In fact," he continues," maybe you would be happier if you flew away."
"Fly away?" I ask.
"You're always welcome to my kingdom," Anashnu tells me, "but you might not be ready to stay here. This is my world. Know your world before you know mine."
I thank him. I don't know why. I say thank you and turn. He smiles, but I can sense malice in his smile. I don't know why, but his smile makes me uneasy. I walk back out into the street, now alone. There are people everywhere staring at me. They all come towards me, their hands outreached. I jump hard against the ground and am catapulted upwards. I can hear the people screaming below, can see their arms stretched towards where I'm propelling upward.
I fly away. I'm not sure how I get out of underground city, but I fly away. I fly over the ocean. I find myself landing in middle america. Next to a corn field of all places. I start running, I don't know where I am. I spot a house in the distance and am running towards it. I look in a window and a little girl is asleep in bed. I put my hand on the window, and she sits up to stare at me. She smiles a big smile. She points at me and giggles.
That's where it ends.
Thanks for reading, I know it was long. Any thoughts would be appreciated. I have no idea what this dream meant. I was so confused the next day. My friend said I should research "spirit guides."
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