I posted this on alt.dreams, so it makes sense to post it here! Comment all you want! Thanks.
4/17/2004
Friday night, before I hit the pillows, I sat up thinking how I wish I could
remember really wonderful dreams I once had. Dreams I had a while back, before I realized the importance of writing them down. Back in those days, I was confident that I would remember them. In many cases, unfortunately, I did not.
Perhaps it was that wistful yearning to remember that brought me back to a strange country I had discovered and forgotten during my sleep many months ago. At that time, I am driving a truck on some logging roads over the mountains. When I crossed the other side, I should have reached farmland, but instead came to a dazzlingly beautiful estuary.
I parked the truck and began to walk along the stone roadways that lined the lapping waters of the bay. These roadways/boardwalks were completely devoid of people. There was only me and the robins that chirped in the meadows on my right and seagulls flying overhead. But, I continued to follow that road, passing by and pausing to study strange monuments and other odd shrines that reminded me of a futuristic version of Washington D.C. or something off the cover of a 1970's science fiction novel. Up ahead, a blue colored city flanked the western sky, but it was some distance off.
For some reason, I turned around and slowly paced back to my vehicle. I was reluctant to leave this lovely country, and took in all I could of the
vibrant meadows that buzzed with bees and butterflies, the gently rocking
sea, the obscure memorials or edifices, and the mountains that awaited me in the east.
It was not long enough when I was back in my truck, driving through the lush green mountains, and back in my bed.
That was many months ago, so imagine my delight when I found myself at a gateway back to this peaceful land. This time, I was accompanied by two friends from my waking life, J and B. I peered through the gateway, seeing the waters, the meadows, the queer buildings and the distant blue city. The forgotten dream came flooding back to me.
"Yes, yes!" I said aloud. "I've been here before. I've been here in another
dream! How could I have forgotten?"
Beside the gateway was a strange contraption. Some type of gravitational
device that would have carried my companions and I to the Blue City on an underground tunnel. I leapt upon the machine enthusiastically and called to them. "Let's go!" B seemed very interested.
Let me tell you a bit about my friends, before I finish. Between B and J, B
was the one most like me. In the sense, that we both have a love for the
elusive, the unseen, and the unexplained. Children of wonder, with our heads always in the clouds. J, though she had a liking to the faerie (or just the image), has her feet planted firmly in the ground. She was much more sensible about her decisions, her finances, and life in general. Yet, out of the three of us, she was more cynical, bitter, and unhappy at the hard times in her life. Though B and I would have our ups and downs, both of us had an imagination to get us through the rough times. A protective 'bubble' where most of the worse in life could not get through to bring us down.
Taking all this in to context, I was not surprised, just disappointed when I
overheard J say to B that they should just split and go somewhere else. I
watched as B reluctantly agreed. She was closer to J then she was to me, and therefore supported her decisions over mine on many occasions. Naturally, I protested, trying to instill the beauty of this serene land into their heads. Trying to inspire them to see something new, akin only to what their fancies and delights were like as children.
I could not sway them and sadly accompanied them elsewhere in the dream. I cannot recall the places we visited afterwards. I was so anxious to return to that new country that nothing else seemed important. There were a couple times I awoke in the early hours of the morning only to fall back asleep again to be apart of a different scenery. However, the feeling of re-discovery stayed with me while I dreamed other dreams and lingered long enough after I woke up for me to remember.
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