Monday, April 25, 2016
I had another of those dreams. I was walking..so far..I was walking so very very far. My feet hurt I looked down they were bleeding. I left foot prints of blood on grey concrete.
This place was bleak.
All seemed made of the same course grey stone. The road, and the low rise building on either side. Grey cold. I seemed to have companions, but could never quite see them. I was I think homeless wandering. I lived this once before though now it was in a dream-scape.
It was always noon.
No morning no night no evening.
I was near a sea. There were submarines diving just off the coast. so many. It seemed as if squadrons of them were slowly going down one after another.
...and there was singing.
The "Sailor's Hymn"...I could faintly hear it in the sea's distance.
"Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep,
It's own appointed limits keep;
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the Sea!"
And so they dived. All manner of submersibles. WW2 Gato Class subs to today's California, and Montana Class nuclear Boomers.
The sea washed the blood from my feet.
The dream morphed as they do, and I was sweeping the floor of an abandoned building. I was nearly naked. I wore just scraps of rags. I heard a baby crying down the hall. I went opened the door, and saw the child's shadow...just the shadow. The room held a shadow which cried, and cried.
I closed the door, and returned to sweeping.
Another morph, and I was rummaging in a bin for cloths. They were all like the thin rags I was wearing. A person came, and handed me a pair of new jeans.
...and a silver dollar.
She said I could sleep on the roof. She said the birds would "protect" me,..."they protected everybody" here.
And I did sleep on the roof. I slept in the eternal noon of that world. I lay there as swarms of birds danced above.