Length of Shower: If I dream of showering does that cleanse my mind of dirty thoughts? --So I awoke today with another fantastical story of a dream. This often happens and I never know if it is just another great story rolling around in my head or if it has meaning for my life. I don't remember the entire set up to the dream but the end is all I can recall. It went like this.....
I was a knight in medieval times. My father was as well and we were searching through some caves frantically trying to make our way to some heart. We needed this special heart to save someone, I think it may have been to save either my mother or my grandfather I'm not sure which. Every once in a while the world would shake like an earthquake. As if finding this heart and saving whomever it was we were supposed to save would also stop the earthquakes and therefore somehow save a lot more people....dare I say a "kingdom" of people.
As we were rushing our way through this massive maze of caves we would come across certain challenges that had riddles attached to them. Solving the riddle would assist us in solving the physically challenging obstacles and thus help us get closer to the heart that no one else had ever made it to. One of the riddles from my dream involved trying to find a way across a large body of water and the riddle was "I come around at least once a year, shine the sun on me and I'm gone forever, salt will make me disappear, but most folks like me without fear." The answer is ICE. So we somehow were able to make the water into ice and get across it. Anyway, to make matters more frantic we had an old, evil wizard who was following us. He knew the answers to all the riddles but couldn't make his way through the challenges himself or tell us the answers for some reason. He was following us because he needed the magic heart also. We knew that, but decided we would deal with him when we had to....we just had to get to the heart. On the final challenge another quake hit and the cave began to collapse. It separated my father from me but the evil wizard somehow got onto my side of the collapsed rock. The obstacle was also destroyed and I was able to make my way up to an opening in the ceiling to the room where the heart was. As I climbed quickly I came across a gold box with a lock. I broke open the lock and inside I found a parchment of cloth with writing on it about the condition of certain hearts and what to do or eat to make those hearts better. He begged me to read the last line of it to him, as if he knew that is what he needed for his own heart. The last line read something like, "if the heart is the color of plum and deflated to the size of a raisin, then eating strawberries will cure it's ill." The wizard yelled at me to read it out loud to him but I wouldn't...I couldn't. I froze. All I could get out was "strawberries." He yelled and threatened to curse me but I knew somehow that a curse from him in these caves and in his weak condition wouldn't work. So I gathered more strength inside myself and consciously left him with just that. "Strawberries," I said again. "Eat Strawberries." The wizard looked shocked and searched my face to see if I was telling him the truth. He was convinced and he just kind of fell backwards, limply disappointed by the news. I tossed the box aside and folded up the parchment into my pocket and climbed onward.
When I reached the gap in the ceiling I crawled through it and onto the floor of a large room. I could see the heart we were after across this large cavernous room. It was sitting on a pedistal about 75 yards away. I could feel I was alone. I just kept starring at the heart across the room which glowed red and provided the only light in the room. When I finally took my eyes off the heart I could barley make out the ceiling above me that stood probably 80 or 90 feet up. The little light from the heart was not enough to see the walls so they must have been well over 80 feet to each side of me. I knew the room was huge mainly because I could feel how large it was. The room was like a cathedral in size and it held a reverence about it that made me feel small. As I slowly walked to the other side of the room each careful step echoed and reverberated off the walls for what seemed like 20 or 30 seconds per step. While I had a quick thought of people or creatures watching me in the wings, I quelled that worry by just somehow knowing I was alone. I finally reached the other end of the room and I took a moment to admire the heart before taking it from its resting place. I reached out to gently take the heart that would save hundreds of people and more importantly a loved one of mine. I was just about to take the heart into my hands when a loud noise shattered the reverence and I woke up.
Don't dreams suck sometimes!
Happy dreaming everyone!
