This one is another dream
A dream much older than the golden tree
In this, i dreamt of myself standing outside
looking at a two bright stars
with one star much brighter than the second
and the second star hovering just a little behind the first
Then below the stars, I noticed the clouds
moving faster than what I thought it should
then I felt myself being lifted up
and that’s all because of looking at the clouds
So i looked up at the clouds some more
hoping to be an inch closer to the stars.
And oh, everything must have turned upside down
for i find myself above, and on my knees
on a white old building, that look as old as life
and as high as heavens could be
Still on my knees and hands, i peered below
and saw the clouds and nothing much else.
That’s when the ground shook, and for a moment i feared
that this structure so ancient would crumble
and all untold histories would go to waste,
yet it wasn’t the case, for it was a tug of gravity that caused it,
an absolute pulling I felt at the core of my being
so immense I held myself to the ground.
Just then i noticed, beside me on the edge stood
a tall wiry being, a being I don’t recognized
but seem to know at the time
was about to deliver a judgement on me
with not much of an emotion on its face
but hardness, and coldness, and soullessness.
And then I fall, and the last face I saw
was that of the tall wiry being,
and I called his name for help
a human name of my present
but all I see was an emotionless face as hard as stone.
I never landed.
(Written on 03/24/2013)