Filing my dreams…
Honestly, I am trying to write a poem, a story, and a recipe memory. I am trying to get lost in Vince Guaraldi music, but if I don’t get this dream out of my head, I may get nothing accomplished today.
Wandering over to a family that I did not recognize, wondering if I had met them before? But, no, I don’t think I had. They knew me and that was like having amnesia.
Standing in their back yard, I watched them get out of the lake, laughing and playing. Calling me to join them for a swim. So carefree and happy. We swam in our clothes, and was excited about a cookout. Running around barefoot, hair hanging heavy in a braid on my back, I sensed they were looking forward to something else.
They all began to gather at the house. Showering and putting on warm clothes. I just stood outside, not knowing whether to wander off. They asked me in, but, now, some of them wanted me to go. They were not mean about it, but I could tell by the change in personality.
Going back outside, I stopped. I could not have moved if I wanted to. A small part of the family was standing in front of a man all in white. Beard, hair, and robe. He was so old and wrinkled, but tall.
Looking him over, I saw the beaded all white small bag hanging empty in one hand. He went to each person. In the other hand, he held an instrument. He bent to whisper something in their ear.
He came out of the crowd. He looked at me and smiled. He went in to the house and we all followed. Everyone started getting busy with every day tasks of cleaning and getting ready for bed. I was invited to stay and I accepted.
The bag, he now kept securely gripped in his hand. The instrument he laid on a shelf. Walking over, I saw that it looked like a small magnifying glass. It was in a color of the lightest pink.
Not touching it, and not having the desire to touch the magnifying glass, made me go stand in front of him. I gave him a hug and a kiss. I looked and his eyes were not white,a color,and a pupil. Instead, they were a hazy black.
I asked him with my eyes what he had whispered to each person? Would you please whisper in my ear, I asked into his eyes? He looked at me and I knew it was not my time to have his whisper in my ear.
