Dream of the Three Men
Last night something crumbled inside me, and the walls and barriers and guards I set up to keep me cheerful and strong in the light of the world fell, and I wept for all the things I cannot control.
Sadness mercifully gave way to fatigue and I crashed into sleep. But I dreamed, and my dreams were of three terrible men; the first a man of earth, the second a man of storms, the third a man of the oceans. And reciting fearsome poetry which I will never remember they held me, even as I was held tightly in my bed.
Posted at 6:29 am
March 19th, 2006 at 9:58 pm
[...] V’s been in the Big Apple all weekend being cosmopolitan, and I’ve had the chance to spend some quality time blissfully alone with no agenda whatsoever. I did some chores, read a bit and ate now and then. I had a dream on Saturday morning about a man with 4 eyes; one on left side, and three on the right, stacked vertically. They all blinked at the same time, and he had four eyebrows too. This is one of my favorite dreams from the past year or two, the others being recounted here and here. [...]