One of my dreams in third person.
The moon tonight is so brilliant in its intensity it seems closer than ever. She sleeps and dreams. June loves to dream, but what happens to her on this lazy summer evening opens her eyes to a few truths about herself. June saunters into her bedroom and folds down her spread. She piles up her fluffy pillows so she can read the travel brochures she picked up earlier in the day. She curls a finger around her hair, and contemplates vacationing alone this year. She gazes out the window. The moon tonight is so brilliant in its intensity it seems closer than ever. June starts to doze off. She has a dream. She is on a black sand beach drinking in the sun. She breathes deeply the scented air of the ocean breeze. She basks in the sun opening one eye to see in which direction the sun moved, she glimpses a silver object in the sky. It seems to be trying to get her attention floating and bouncing. She sits up looks around, and notices that the beach is emptying out. A young couple gather up their belongings and young child.
They look at her as if to say, "what are you looking at you should be leaving too!" This seems strange she thinks, especially since it's only two in the afternoon. "Oh well, I don't care what it is, I'm staying here. She lies back down into the soft black sand. The air is suddenly changed. June feels a sudden chill run through her. Upon opening her eyes she sees that she's down in a ditch. Her palms move up and down the dirt walls trying to grasp onto something she can barely see. She can feel the walls closing in on her. She thinks, "what is happening?" Suddenly she sees a face of an African native islander, painted up and colorfully dressed. She hears an echo, a deep voice come from above whisper, "she's still alive!"
The strange voice sends ripples of fear through her body, she stiffens. A darkness encompasses her and she is levitated out of the ditch. She finds herself standing, facing a row of what to her were Zombies. They beckoned to her and asked, "is there really a God?" She thinks to herself, "they are asking me?" She replies, "I don't know for sure?" She wakes up. Her journey continues. This was my dream, and thought it interesting that they asked me this question. It meant more learning for me. After reading many books on various subjects, I have a dramatically new philosophy on life than I had say 3 years ago when this dream took place. Note: Art and article by Jeanette Foresta. Nothing on this page may be reproduced without expressed permission from the copyright holder.