22 February 2015

Dream

A horrible dream that woke me up sweating and made my heart racing...

My brother was in it. We are orphaned children, our mother had just passed, and it was terribly sad as we were left to the evil ways of the world. We endured financial difficulties, we were subjected to attempted assaults and kidnaps. In the last scene, we wanted to enter a taxi, I got in, and the driver immediately locked the door and drove away, leaving my brother running after me trying to catch up. The driver was mean spirited and tried to violate me, I bit off a bit of his finger.... I saw myself crying from having been sexually touched... Brother tried all he could to rescue me. Our parents were gone, it was just us versus  the world... The dream  was depressingly filled with a sense of dread, fear and desperation.

I woke up and it was only 4am. Another 15 minutes or so till wake up time at the monastery. I heard the waterfall closing, heard the light chirping of birds.

I lay in bed and thought about the dream.

Were it only so... Were it only so...
I have not seen my brother and his family for over a week , even though this is the season of family reunions and togetherness.

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