|| Recurring (Prophetic) Dreams|
Have you ever had a dream that continued on day after day? But each time you awakened, you only briefly remembered that it was a continuation of the dream you had had the day before, and the day before that? Then memory fades until the next awakening. Well, I have been having one of those dreams. I seem to be trying to escape forces beyond my control with a group of disheartened people, our lives feel like they depend upon escape and while we do not seem to be closely guarded, our attempts to leave are subverted by unexpected obstacles at every turn.
Now the dreams seem to have come true, perhaps they were prophetic, a warning of what was to come…
I have awakened somewhere other than where I laid my head, when I went to sleep. I am lying on the floor, groggy and confused. There are other people around, who are mostly ambulatory, but seem dazed. Looking around one gets the impression that food and basic needs are pretty unavailable, and that this place seems to have suffered at least as much as the people who inhabit it. There are sections of ceiling missing as I look up, cracks and holes mar the walls. I appear to be in a disaster area of some kind, though the nature of the cataclysm that has obviously occurred, is unclear.
As the headache and grogginess I awoke with begin to fade, I find that my confusion increases. I try to speak to the people around me, but most are unresponsive, or talk nonsense. As I wander, I come upon some who are willing to communicate, though none seem to remember how long they have been here, or how they came to be in this strange place.
I notice that some of the inhabitants of this odd realm have taken the initiative to go out and search for explanations, food sources, replacement clothing, and supplies. None seem to have a good plan for escape back to the worlds we remember prior to our awakening here, although most seem to hope for a return to those lives.
No one I have spoken to has much to say about where we are. However, a few seem to smile knowingly when questioned, and their eyes, oddly, seem to offer a reassurance that I don’t quite understand. After spending time with one of them, I do find myself feeling less concerned about my presence here and more at peace, knowing somehow deep within myself, that I will eventually understand. I can’t remember exactly what transpired or was said to make me feel this way, but I leave this person/being feeling better nonetheless.
I decide to join those who search, though it is rumored that some who participate disappear without explanation, just as mysteriously as everyone seems to have appeared in the first place. There are occasional lucky finds of sustenance, though the food is unlike any I have previously known. Basic medical and other supplies, like treasures, might be found at the end of a long period of searching. It feels good to return with these, knowing that it may relieve some of the suffering of those too dazed and confused to do more than mill about or lay on pallets, moaning. Sometimes I seem to return with less tangible finds than food or supplies, something learned or changed within, perhaps. I am not sure, but with each trip I am less anxious. Am I just beginning to accept being here? Is this a good thing, or will it lead me into becoming one of the listless ones that seem to make up the largest portion of the population here?
At times there is talk among a few of the other searches (those without the knowing smiles) about locating a way out, and an occasional attempt, which I have joined, is made to lead a group through mind-boggling twists and turns in hope of finding a route of escape. Yet these forays inevitably fail, and any of the walking dazed that were cajoled into the attempt, immediately return to milling about.
A few of my fellow searchers seem to have disappeared, as well as several of those with the knowing smiles, at least I don’t see them around anymore. But there are always others that appear to replace them. Those that seem completely lost, I understand, rarely disappear unless/until they have joined the ranks of the searchers. There are only a few tales and guesses about what is happening here, passed down from those that arrived before myself. But these whispered confidences for the most part seem to offer little enlightenment, and appear to be no more than flights of fancy or wild guesses.
I am not certain how long I have been in this place now, the level of light changes little. One time I go out searching, only to awaken startled, finding that I am in the midst of a journey somewhere else.
My body is as light as a feather and I feel that I am travelling very quickly, somehow upward, but also outward - or perhaps inward. I feel filled with light. As I begin to regain the ability to think clearly, I open my eyes and look around. It seems that I am flying rapidly toward the constellation of stars that make up the Milkyway…
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