THIS DREAM TELLS A TALE

Of love, earthly pleasure and the eternal bonds formed during our lifetime

My energy keeps dropping to zero, suddenly. Even in mid sentence or action. It has been happening a lot lately and I wake, sometimes hours later, still positioned with my hand on the mouse or keyboard or like just now, clutching the wrapper I was removing from a pouch of tobacco.

It seems as if another dimension calls me urgently and I go without a moment of hesitation. On this occasion, the visit remains colourfully etched clear in my memory and carried a profound message into my waking consciousness.

I arrived into a simple lounge room with a small kitchen annex. Two recently deceased, much loved men from my past were sitting there smiling at me and I offered them something to eat. There were other seats in the room, but they were empty.

I went to the kitchen and cheerfully made the two men a quick noodle soup with vegetables which I took to them. They began to eat and banter between themselves as I returned to the kitchen, where I found, on the work surface two plated meals, steaming and waiting to be served. It was as if I had made them by magic. They were identical, consisting of huge home made burgers and beans. One was a lot larger than the other, almost spilling over the edges of the plate. Carefully, I lifted it up and took it towards one of the empty armchairs which was immediately occupied by the almost transparent and colourless image of my long deceased ex husband. He took his plate and tucked in gratefully….. I assumed that the smaller plate of burgers and beans waiting in the kitchen was for someone who had yet to arrive.

I tripped over the soup plates that the first two men had left on the floor, so I picked them up and returned them to the kitchen. I did not attempt to eat any food myself. Instead, I wandered out into the street and searched for the first two men. One of them came out of a nearby bar and called to me. He was saying that he wanted to take me away from there, to a quiet place he knew ‘up north’ and I replied, ‘I would LOVE to spend some time with you again, Alan!’ but, just as I said those words, he acknowledged someone over my shoulder and, without actually walking or facing away, he drifted backwards until he was some distance away from me.

I felt a presence closing in from behind and thought it was my ex husband, angry that I wanted to accept Alan’s offer to slip away with him.

But it wasn’t my ex-husband, he was still eating in the lounge.

It was another man who I had loved more deeply than I had ever loved anyone. Someone who never knew how much he meant to me….. or so I had always thought.

I awoke, and coming back to reality, was wondering if those old friends and lovers are waiting for me to make my final journey to that other dimension where I might join them, rather than make these brief fleeting visits. They certainly seemed content and happy there.

Maybe they won’t have too much longer to wait.