So
during last night I had a dream, exactly at the time of the Aries full
moon. A weird but potent dream that roughly went this way:
I
was in sort of a big conference room/Norman style church. A huge
gathering was taking place but I do not know if it was a worship
service or a conference with a speaker.
At
the end of west side (opposite the altar where the speaker was) there
were a lot of old golden wooden shelves full of books, groceries and
other stuff I can't describe but mainly it was books. Old looking
books, seemingly full of wisdom. The shelves arrived up to the roof
of the church.
All
of a sudden I found myself on the very top of these shelves sitting
very uncomfortably, actually precariously would be the more accurate
description, with an immense fear that I was going to tumble down.
On
my left (the Southern part of the church) I noticed there where
beautiful stone arches, the ones you find in old Norman halls where
women and not noble man could follow the proceedings beneath. People
were inside these balconies. They called me to come over but I
couldn't move.
As
I looked down and I thought this is the day I am going to die, a
tall, dark looking fellow with a black mantel on his shoulder
appeared far below on the floor, on my right hand side. He looked
stern, rigid but emanating tons of confidence and command that it
filled the whole area including me. Although somewhat sinister
looking I could feel kindness under his mysteriously dark gaze.
He
looked straight into me and with a far reaching yet so delicately
warm voice, he spoke out calmly:
"Can't
you REALLY make it?"
I
screamed "NO can't you see it is too high to jump".
He
then slowly turned round, the movement causing his dark shining
mantel to spread and flutter. He moved two wooden benches and put them one
on top of the other just slightly right to my direct line of fall.
"Come
on! Jump! You KNOW you CAN make it".
Obviously,
I kept on stubbornly screaming the opposite.
All
of a sudden I felt as if someone, a force just threw me down. I went
into panic, bracing myself to sudden painful death.
“Oh
God I am going to smash myself to death”
But
something strange happened:
As
I went down I realised that the fall that seemed at least 20 stories
high was just a little jump that even a small child could do.
I
landed gracefully with my right foot first, on the left hand side of
the benches. The dark Lord watching me somewhat bemused.
I
just felt so silly. A mix of emotions rushed through me. Anger for
being such and idiot. Relief that I was back with my feet on the
ground. Stupefied by what happened.
I
turned to look at the Dark Lord, wanting to ask a million questions
but all he did was slightly nod his head, smile, turn round and
disappear in one of the Northern Arches.
Besides
me a shopping trolley appeared. I took hold of it as if taking hold
of my sanity and started shopping from the shelves of that Norman
church.
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