“Comm: Record. Title: “Dream”. Record start …”
Fransisca McKesson, aka “Mythia”, rubs fingertips upon each temple, trying to massage away an unusual morning headache while trying to recall last night’s dream. The dream itself was much more vivid than a normal hazy dream.
“I was standing next to a river and noticed a beautiful woman dressed in white so bright it looked like she wore light itself. She was calm and serene, with eyes that can see through me. I felt comforted by her presence, and wanted to be closer to her because of that.”
Mythia berated herself for not remembering more, those little details that escaped notice during the dream and seemed so important now. The details slide by out of memory, lost behind the feelings evoked by the light woman even now after waking. Myth’s headache eases a bit while she remembers the dream woman’s calm comforting presence.
“She was standing on rocky ground next to the river. I cannot remember any details about the river other than it flowed smoothly. She raised her arm to point at something behind me, making me turn to see what it was.”
Swinging bare legs off the bed, Mythia rises to wander into the refresher. Her soprano voice wafts out from the tiny cubical and is easily picked up by the comm’s receptors.
”I turn and see another woman on the other side of the river. This woman is dressed in dark clothing and a robe which moves as if brushed by a breeze. She is hooded so I cannot see her face. Around her is a cloud of something, perhaps flies, but moving too fast and too far away for me to tell. She feels ... ominous.”
Mythia pauses in the refresher, struck by the oddity that of all the details she has forgotten, the one small thing she remembers is the flies. Mythia doesn’t realize that her narration changes from past to present.
”The dark woman raises her arms and suddenly I am struck by great gusts of wind. The wind blows me backwards, as if sending me aloft away from the two women alongside the river. Behind me is a forest, and as I am blown backwards the trees flash by rapidly in great speed.”
A trembling feeling flutters in Myth’s heart as she steps out of the refresher and starts to dress. The pause in narration goes on for minutes as she tries to put to words what she is feeling. She finally decides on simplicity.
”I feel afraid, fearful. The wind stops blowing and I start to slow down, the trees going by slower. Suddenly, something larger than I smashes into my back, perhaps a tree.
I wake up.”
Blinking as if really waking up, the blond Solitus is silent for a moment, and then with a little shake of the head recalls what she is doing.
”Comm: Quote Previous Section. Append Following as Query:
This is a dream I had recently, a very vivid dream. I am curious if anyone has heard of a dream like this before. I am looking for comments of any sort, so feel free to post relies. I have some opinions of the symbolisms involved, and would like other opinions.
Comm: Record Stop. Close and Save. Post Record to Grid Forum A1. Monitor Post for Replies and Save to Message Box 1389630 for Review. Execute.”
Breathing a sigh, Mythia settles in lotus upon her sleeping pad, resting hands palm up upon her knees and closing her eyes for morning meditations. The Dream will surely be a part of her meditations for a long time.
