Dreams are funny things, sometimes sad, and others are just not remembered. The most vivid dreams I can recal are those which I re-enacted while I was awake. If you've ever tried to remember a dream you should understand. If you don't even recal remembering a dream then go to sleep... When you wake up think only about your dream. It's extremely difficult to wake up with that mindset, instead the obviouse 'why did I even wake up' dawns over you thoughts. Followed imeadeatly by 'got to do........got to hurry' by which time all essence of the dream is gone. I've found that the less you sleep the faster you remember your dream when you wake up. With this dream I have had it reoccur in my head so many times the details are beyond vivid imagination. I can't seem to remember if I wrote about it before I dreamt or I dreamt about it before I wrote it down. Either way here it is again...
It starts in total darkness nothing can be seen, but there is no thought, hesitation or fear. There's a light breeze brushing against my skin, it's cold but feels good from within. As I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling rain starts to fall. Each drop light but noticeable slow at first but getting faster. As I turn my head to the sky and open my eyes I begin to see. The clouds over me changing as I stand. Turning colors from white to grey to black. Slowly growing closer to each other as if drawn by magnets. Now the darkness is back I can only see the gaps of the sky, and I know that they too will close together to bring back the emptiness of this vast space.
When the clouds finally touch a bright light comes from within. I notice that just ahead lies a picket fence. Darkness is once again upon me as I start to walk. Just before I hit the fence another thundering light is flashed. Stoped me in my place. I thought I had a glymps of what's beyond but it seemed too unreal, I knew that anther flash would come, so I stood waiting trying not to blink. Out from beyond the farthest sight I start noticing fient flashes from very far. I squint my eyes and try to concentrate, and it seems that the flashes are growing faster and closer.
I take a step back in awe of the scene, only I relize I looked forward and it's still not clear. With every flash of light a little bit of the picture turns bright. I look up to see the clouds gathering in the sky. Only the flashes of light outlining their clash, only to notice the center of the fight. All their efforts going into one spot, darkness light encerciling each other. Growing closer still. To an empty space where I can make out part of the moon, disappearing and reaping with each passing boom. The heavens thunder and the ground shakes. As I steady myself I turn to see. The length of the fence in front of me. Over each horizon to the right and left. As if it kept moving with my sight. Echoing behind them still are small flashes of light.
Still there is no fear in my heart. I'll feel safe if I cross the fence. I walk towards it with the background in my sight. As I touched it lightning finally strikes. I felt it's tremor shaking through my hands, and saw it in it's instant the vast land. So I stood there patiently waiting the end of time. I notice the flashes in the back have come close to the center. Yet, through all this madness I see glimpses of the moon. Lighting a path to something cool. A narrow beem led me to a rose on a hill surviving through and through. The shuttering light seems to fade really fast. Darkness is wining and it will be the last.
Lighting strikes from right and left. Each with it's own power and vibration through my body. With each strike I see them growing closer still. In the center everything seems to be still. The picture is almost clear and It will be compleat. If only I could reach that center at the peak. I jump the fence only to feel my shoes are wet and the water seems to be in motion. Flowing away from the center but stoping at the fence. Now I'm thinking if I don't get to high ground I'm going to be electrecuted. I finally let go of the white picket fence. Start running towards the emptiness. As it drew closer to me I start seeing lighting falling heavyly, but the water is still light and there isn't much time. To draw a clearer picture of what's happening in my mind.
Fear is still not in my heart I know I can make it, I already made my start. As I kick through the water splashing about I feel sharpness and pain against my legs. I look down to see the water is covered by roses flowing through the stream. So many roses each one comes with many pricks, as I rush my legs through a little blood starts to shed. With the water rushing down from over my head, I know I can't stop till I reach that flower bed. As that thought occurred in my head, the ground shaken with each step, the light flashes on and off, diffrent locations demolished by pure unhindered force.
The grounnd beneath me starts to tilt, I've begun my assent on the hill. The water flowing beneath my feet, with each passing step becoming less but strong. More thundering roars shake the earth. As I reach the top I turn to see. I'm in the center with everything flowing away from me. Petels decorate the sky and show me the path of the winds. With every location in destruction and it does not stop. My knees buckle with the next few quakes, each one growing stronger and harder to beat. Lightning striking from all around, rivers forming on the ground. As more light is flashed, fast flickering as if there was no darkness at all. I notice the beauity of the rose on top. The white perfection is in total harmony with the silence of the eye of the storm. When everything else is in chaos it lies perfectly still.
I buckle further and my hands hold me up. I notice the water flowing is now red with all of the flowers petals from all the others. I look back to see that this white rose is the only one left in peace. I try to close in to take a closer look, but as I do every thing starts to slow down. The drops the lightning the petels even the shakes in the ground. Everything slowed almost to a stop, my mind confused but loving my luck. I look up in the sky and it seems- everything has finally gathered over me. A bright light burding slowly through the sky. Narrow and sharp breaking space and time. Shattering the darkness right before my eyes.
I was frozen in place I could not move. I looked down back at the rose. Still it stands firm in it's place. Nothing seems to be bothering it, even in all the chaos it holds still. The lightning over my head passes by my skin, burning the tip of my nose but passing still. As I jump back in pain I see it's aim. It's the white rose it wants to hit. As the flash hits the rose time stops. I see everything standing still in it's place even the lightning on the rose. Petals and rain drops and air still motionless.
Nothing happens all around me, but I feel something is wrong. I look down to see the rose blooming fast climbing the lightning wall. Growing faster higher, as if it took all other time and used it for itself. I look up to see the flower bud covering the moon. Blooming gracefully eclipsing all it's light. Suddenly time starts normal and everything in the sky starts to fall. No more wind brushing no more clouds gathering nothing is happening at all. I look up to see the rose still grips the lightning holding strong.
Here is where I wake. Feeling refreshed and joy.
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