Monday, 23 February 2009

• The Dreamer and the Interpreter

  (I actually wrote this Friday, but when I got on, Xanga was down for maintenance and I didn't feel like getting on Saturday.)
  
  I awoke from the oddest dream and it has been on my mind since.  I was in my bedroom, though this was no room I’d ever been in waking hours.  It was bigger and brighter, and a dresser was where my window would have been in the “waking world.”  Resting atop was an aquarium filled with water where a solitary goldfish lived.  Now I owned goldfish for some time in real life, around four until the age of eight when the last one decided it was time for new scenery, though I don’t think it suspected the territory would be a shiny wood floor.
  
  Anyway, I realized in this dream that the fish had not been fed for some time, so my mother fed it.  (What can I say?  I’m a little boy and I’m four; I can’t reach that high.)
  
  When I turned, there was a giant popping sound and something landed just beyond my reach.  It was red and yellow and the approximate shape of a tomato.  The colors were separated, however, the yellow areas a dried husk, while it seemed the red areas had healed over.  And it smelled like a tomato as well.
  
  When I saw it, I looked up to notice what had once been the little goldfish from which the object came.  It was now very large, as one might see in a restaurant aquarium, but it was dead.
  
  I washed my hands since I really had no idea what no idea what the thing was that I had just handled, and when I returned, another pop followed with a similar object.  Then I looked again and there was a second fish, bigger than the first, but also very dead.  This one, however, lay at the very bottom, whereas the fish which died first rested on an invisible floor on the top half.
  
  It seems there were two fish in the tank all along, though I never saw the last till after it was dead, but when it became visible, a partician had formed as the top floor/bottom ceiling might act in a two storey house.  Beyond that, I don’t understand the dream at all.
  
  Now the typical person would write it off entirely.  “It’s just a dream,” and most of you are thinking that right now but unlike typical dreams, this felt as if it were something waiting to be fulfilled.  I’ve had some dreams come true, with details too exact to be coincidence.  And they were never good, though I must admit, if I’m correct, this was more shrouded than the rest.
  
  I thought of Nebuchadnezzar’s dreams as I lay awake in bed.  They seemed silly, too, and they had disturbed him.  The dreams the Pharaoh dreamed and Joseph interpreted seemed even sillier.
  
  Then I thought about the dreams people had before the Challenger explosion, and days before 9/11.  Very soon I know that “young men shall see visions” and “old men shall dream dreams,” and that it will be to “all flesh.”  Whether or not this morning's dream was prophetic I’m not entirely certain, but these things are beginning to happen.  Now all I have to do is find the true interpretation.  And no, Dr. Freud does not help.
  
  So what are your strange dreams?  Have you ever had any come true?
  
  

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