My treasured place, is a place I visit every night. It is a vortex of different colours and shapes that inhales everyone into a world where the shapes and colours take a defined order and are real things.
It is a dream.
It can be nice, peaceful, happy, innocent, angelic. Or a storm crashing over your unconscious mind, blowing your “little grey cells” into different areas in your head.
When people say the word dream to me, I immediately think of my bed. Because it is on that soft little island that starts one’s journey every night.
It could be dangerous, and scary, like Ulysses’s voyage to find his kingdom and beloved wife Penelope. Or it could be a trip in the clouds, on Apollo’s golden chariot as he brings down the sun, at dusk.
A dream is a very strange place.
But most intriguing of all, is what those random shapes and colours become. They can vary a great deal, as can the people that you personally know. Your family, or friends. Even your foes.
But there is one dream in particular I wish to describe. It was a mixture between a dream and a nightmare. I was floating, above the ocean, lost at sea, no living thing or creature in sight. No tropical islands, no rocks. I was alone. Waves of different colours would come charging at me, like a provoked and furious bull.
I had been scared like never before. Alone, and afraid. A companion, of Robinson Crusoe.
And then suddenly, a small, white cloud came breaking through the dark sky, and carried me away. I seemed to hover, like a fairy.
I could hear the storm and the ocean, then, they abated, and there was nothing. My friend and saviour brought me to a place I shall never forget.
The sun.
At first touch, it burnt so much, that I felt like Apollo really had pushed me off his golden chariot. But slowly, the pain ceased, and things grew. Grew out of nothing into multi-coloured trees, rivers of silver and mountains of diamonds. But the houses, I shall never forget. They were in the ground, just like Hobbits.
But it didn’t last long.
The sun quickly took control of itself again, and everything disappeared as fast as it had come. So my little faithful friend the cloud quickly carried me back to a place where I belonged.
My bed.