We all have weird vivid nutty dreams sometimes. I will show you mine if you show me yours….deal? By the way, I loved everyones comments about beliefs (Yes all of them) :)
Allright here we go….
I am sitting on a boat, looking at the sunset. I am waiting for that exact moment when the sun slips away and for a brief moment of time a green flash appears. There is a cool wind over the warm air and as I sit there with my feet dangling over the edge of the boat a voice echoes behind me…
“Who are you?” she asks.
I turn around and an old woman is standing behind me. She is little and yet seems strong. Lines give evidence of her age but her flashing, vibrant eyes contradict that. She sits down beside me and dangles her bare feet over the edge.
“I am Rachel.” I reply
The sun is nearing its decent for the day and the clouds are now illuminated beautiful colors of orange and purple.
“I didn’t ask your name dimwit. I asked who you were”
“Hey this is my dream! Are you allowed to call me a dimwit in my dream”?
Seeing her silence I decide to give her what she wants
“Well I am a girl, I am a girl who likes music and baseball and shopping and pretty things and writing…”
She stops me cold and replies, “I didn’t ask what you like. Damn you really don’t know do you.”
“Well, since you think I am some ass monkey who does not know red from green why don’t you TELL ME WHO I AM” I reply angrily.
“Watch the sunset.”
I look over and at the moment the sun disappears behind the ocean. A green flash emerges and then quickly dissipates and all that is left is the bright colors of the orange sky.
I sigh. This is some fucked up dream.
“Rachel. What you are is what you desire. Desire makes you who you are. Think about that and I will get back to you.”
With that she is gone and once again I am on the boat watching the stars emerge.
Suddenly, I am in the city. The big city. How did I get here? Oh yeah, this is a dream.
The streets are completely empty and I find myself sitting on the stoop of a pre war building.
I notice a man walking towards me. He is, also an older man. He is tall and distinguished with a head full of gray hair. His clothes seem outdated but he walks with a confident step.
“Hey Mister,” I shout at him, ‘Where did everybody go”?
“’Fraid it is just me Miss. But I am here to help you.” He smiles a warm smile and I notice his laugh lines crinkle a bit when he does.
“I don’t need help though.”
“Yes you do. You want to know the meaning of life.”
“Ummmm, doesn’t everyone”?
He hands me a box and asks me to open it to learn what the meaning of life is and then walks away.
I stare down at the box in my hands and turn to open the lock.
It is empty inside. Empty? The meaning of life is empty?
“Hey Old man!” I call after him. “I don’t get it. How can the meaning of life be nothing”?
He stops walking and turns around. His lips curve into a smug smile and he throws his hands up in the air.
“This is your dream, little one…why don’t you tell me”?
I hate mind games!
“Life is meaningless”?
“Well duh!” he replies. Do old people say “duh”?
“Then what is the point of living?” I say, getting a little upset.
“Good question. But then again if life were meaningless, then the point of living is what you decide to put in that box then huh”?
And, with that he walks away again.
Once again I am sitting on the boat and am alone. It is nighttime now and the only sounds are the gentle lapping of the water against the base of the boat. I hear a noise behind me and look to see a man. Not just any man. It is HIM!! He is here!!! Damn better than two old people! HE came!!!
He sits down beside me and grabs my hand. I look him over and smile.
“So are you ready?” he asks eagerly.
“Ready for what”?
“To fill that box with what you desire of course! You think I sent old wise people for nothing?!”
Ohhhhhhhh….now I get it!!
“Well what do I have to do”?
“OK grab my hand. Don’t worry I won’t let you go, cross my heart,” he says as he gives a slight wink.
I grab a hold of his hand and we stand up on the ledge of the boat.
“I am ready.”
“Ready to get everything you desire?” he says softly
“I am ready damnit now tell me what to do”!!
Patience is not my strong suit. Obviously. Plus this is like the weirdest dream I have ever had.
“All you have to do is let go.”
And with that he tightens his grip on my hand and we jump into the dark sea below us.