ImPerceptibility

Here’s my entry for:  Blogging For Books – Dream a Little Dream. 

I have always had the ability to remember my dreams. I remember dreams dating back to my early childhood. They are usually very realistic, very boring, and in HiDef clarity. I once dreamed that I was searching the web for a chicken corn soup recipe. I woke up and wanted a bowl of soup. Later that day, I found myself searching the Internet for a chicken corn soup recipe. Prophetic? Ok, maybe not. That’s just my dream life.

Every once in a while I will have a really strange dream. I usually log those as soon as I wake up. I like to recreate the images and feelings in my sketchbook. I had one of those dreams not too long ago. The date on the computer file is January 24th. Here it is:

I was in a movie theatre. I was watching myself watch my dream. It was up on the big screen and had the appearance of a movie trailer – very fast and choppy.

There are lights all about me. They remind me of fairies and they dance in circles. Sometimes they are close to me, sometimes far away. I have to watch them. They make me feel safe and protected.

Then the darkness closes in. It was a deep powerful darkness. It’s all around me. I run from it. So much noise and confusion. I realize I’m not alone.

It surrounds me. I do not know what it is. I’m sinking into a pool of water. It feels safe and warm. I want to sink further, deeper under the water. I’m never going to leave. I’m happy here in the warm silence. Suddenly I realize I’m empty. Something has been taken from me. I want it back. I struggle with a monster. He holds on tight and pulls. It’s gone. I don’t know what it is, but I want it back.

I’m standing in dim light, dripping wet and screaming, “You took it. You took it.”

The wind blows through the leaves of a maple tree. I’m lying in the cool grass. I’ve replaced what was taken. I’m full. I’m content. I’m happy. You want to steal this as well.

I point my finger. You will leave now. You can’t have it.  It’s mine. I’m extremely sad it had to be that way. I had wanted to share but  you were not worthy. 

I woke up and wondered, was I watching myself watch MY dream? Or was I watching someone else’s nightmare?