What dreams may come?

Welcome. For those of you that read my work often, you have read about some of my dreams. I try to write down the more interesting ones. Sometimes it takes a minute or two to get them down. The really good ones stick around. They are fuel for my pen.

I have been listening to the audio book Metamorphoses by Ovid. And watched Troy with Brad Pitt the other day.

Here is my latest weirdness.

Everything in this dream world is white. A completely blank space. The air of confusion is thick. Easily understood without seeing anyones face.

“Why is everything blank?” An unknown voice laden with frustration asks from behind me.

It took energy, thought, sheer will to follow the urge building within me to bend over. Scattered on the bottom were puzzle pieces, completely white. One could assumed this was ground (this bottom) because this was where our feet were planted.

The completely white puzzle pieces only added to our frustration. One by one, we started hanging them. When we got one right, an outline would form.

Area one was complete. It was the outline of a beautiful garden. What we thought was the logical exit, a doorway of flowering vines at the back of our puzzle. A child, maybe 10, went skipping toward the exit. We marveled at her energy. Exhaustion had overtaken us.

A whisper cracked the silence like thunder, “this was the home of the gods?”

Realization hit me, I was holding a puzzle piece. A room would not show us the exit until it was complete. We had completed 3 more rooms. Something was written on this one. To this point none of them had words, ‘grandma’s ceiling’.

Tired, frustrated, ‘grandma ceiling’ meant nothing to me. ‘Grandma ceiling’?

The little girl pleaded, “one more.”

“No,” I answered. “We all need rest.”

“One more.” The persuasion of a child pulled a weary group of adults to work on ‘one more’.

This room was different. Imagine my shock to find the outline of a doorway. Slightly to the left of where I was standing. Still holding the ‘grandma’s ceiling’ random puzzle piece, now the door frame to nowhere?

While in the midst of struggling with the random door frame. The low growl of a bear can be heard before it lumbered; in all its simple graphite glory, toward the frame. No one felt it necessary to be afraid. Curiosity was paramount if not paralyzing.

The bear sniffed the frame for what felt like an eternity. And I became aware, again, of the puzzle piece I was holding, ‘grandma ceiling’.

My attention was pulled back to the bear as it began its ’back scratching dance’. Up and down the frame with sure delight. Side to side expressing groans of relief. Its back needed a good scratching. Up, down, side, to side. The bear did this until it exhausted itself. Sliding down the frame into an instant sleep stuper.

A sudden urge filled me to place my homeless puzzle piece above the sleeping bear. I stepped away as quickly as my tired body would allow me. To my surprise, the piece stayed. The little girl bounced over to the groggy bear, looked up at the puzzle piece and began to read.

There was a story hidden on the piece. As she read, she stepped backwards gracefully sitting next to the now fully asleep bear.

A vine started growing from the far corner of the frame. It grew, wrapping its way around the frame. Leaves formed. Then flowers. It wrapped around the bear. Then, as if to say, ‘job well done’, it delicately grew a single flower lying calmly on the child’s shoulder.

The flowers slowly turned purple. Color, the only color in a totally white and graphite world.