i had a dream last night
Ok. It’s 4am and I’ve just woken up from having the most interesting dream.
Though you may question my sanity as to why I’ve jumped on my computer at this hour of the morning, I feel as though I should write it down, while it’s still fresh in my head…
Forgive me if the details are a bit muddled, as the events in dreams sometimes are…
Ok. I think it started with me being somewhere like an amusement park, like Disneyland. Colour, colour, everywhere. It masquerades on giant teacups, flying saucers, golden towers and convoluting rollercoasters. But I feel restless, as though I need to be somewhere or experience something other than this party of excitement before me. I begin to run between stalls and rides like a madman, an energy thumping in my blood.
I notice a set of fairy heavy wooden doors. I enter. Inside is a dark alcove; an entrance to a cave of some sort. There is a tug at my hip. Bashful, my favourite dwarf from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, greets me, pointing shyly towards a coal cart which is sitting on tracks which has appeared not two feet away from where we are standing.
Confident now that I am on the right path, I step into the coal cart. I pretty sure the dwarf hopped in as well at this point but I do not recall speaking to him after. The cart begins to move and pick up into a hair-wrenching speed.
I plunge deeper and deeper into the mysteries of the earth.
I am in a goblin realm; a mind-shattering maze of burrows, passages, and warren dens.
In these tunnels I can see my work colleagues; members of my team, working with the Seven Dwarfs on the mine’s walls. They do not smile or wave a me, so intent are they upon their work. Strangely, they do not wield the tools of archaeology; brush or chisel, pick or axe. They dig at the earth with the power of their minds, an instrument that is obviously no less effective, because the carts beside them are piled high, and they look constantly exhuberant, as if they have stumbled upon something fabulous.
Though how I know this I’m not quite sure, I know that they are not looking for skeletons, pottery or gold. They search for something more.
Hidden dreams. Stories. Echoes of some profound truth.
I am lulled by the beat of the tracks beneath me.
And the soothing sounds of this magical mining.
Then, all of a sudden, my mind seems to become disconnected from my body. I am alarmed at first; scared that I wont be able to find it again. I fight, truly afraid now because I have no mouth the scream from. I wonder if this was their plan all along, to trap me down here so I can’t make the discoveries I am meant to make at Kerthoi. I plunge deeper and deeper into the recesses of this ancient mine shaft, picking up speed, thinking perhaps that I am going to die.
Unexpectedly, the ground levels out beneath me. It is cool polished obsidian. The struggle is forgotten and a feeling of calm washes through me.
The events that follow are a bit blurry. I remember feeling as though I am being pulled along by some unseen string. Then seeing something very mixed up to do with Led Zeppelin singing “Hie-ho, Hie-ho its off to work we go…”
The last thing I remember before I woke up, probably the part of the dream which has me writing at this absurd hour of the morning, is being drawn into a giant hall. I look up to the wall at the far end, finding out that it isn’t a wall at all. It is a mass of writhing cogs, large, small, grinding seamlessly and soundlessly together in one smooth motion.
The Blessed Wheels of Life.
It has a language of its own. It’s movements echo perhaps, the currents and patterns of a life’s journey.
Then there is a shriek of laughter.
Isee:
A cracked mirror with a masked face.
An astronaut in a doctors mask.
A dwarf screaming and pointing a stubby finger at me.
And then I wake up.
What does it all mean?
ok its now 9am… and, ironically, this was one of the songs that came on the shuffle of my itunes this morning. So appropriate I just had to add it in…
