Looking thru a box of my stuff, I found this amazing dream I had written down on a sketchpad that I kept along my bedside. If you dream regularly, I suggest you put a pad and a pencil on your bedside to write your dreams as soon as you awake. Many times I would wake up in the middle of the night and write down my dreams. This is one on them. I had forgotten about this dream and I am so glad I wrote it down. As I read it all the images came back to me. The following is as I wrote it, except for a few punctuation changes.
8-6-12 / 1:00 (at one o’clock I wrote an outline of my dream so as not to forget)
Alone
Desert Sand
Rock
Snake
Rabbit (Hare) Bushtail Covered in Dust
Child
Woman
Man
Murder
And then 8-6-12 / 1:23 (at one twenty three I wrote the following)
I was alone. There was nothing but sand, and then I noticed this beautiful rock. I was fixated, it had a sheen. From beneath the rock came a gliding snake wearing a cardigan, … nah-for real,
and then, I saw this dusty hare, his pink eyes inquired, did I care? Before you knew it, I heard a child cry. A barefooted toddler of olive skin, he mumbled something and gave me a big grin.
I knew I had to rescue this child. There was a woman laying across a dead tree. I shook my head, this could not be. My mind it raced, it was full of sin. I thanked the Lord, I just might win. My face it glowed, a foolish grin.
I licked my lips and pulled back my shoulder and that was when I saw, the man. Immediately, I had a plan. I set him up to come over and then I will hit him with a boulder.
I hit him hard across the head. I hit him until he was dead.
And then, like that, “snap”, it was all gone and there I stood (again) alone in the roasting sand, wishing that it wasn’t true, hoping I would run into you.
I must accept that this is true.