THE DREAM FIDDLER



'Deep Sleep'  by  Trish

This is what I dreamt, and this is how it went.
I was seated (in my dream) at a small ornate writing desk,

set far back on a mountain  ledge.
Printed on a small sign in front of me, were the words  "Welcome to Pearl Mountain". The letters looked to be created from pearls of the darkest gray, or even black, and they were set out on a square slate of mother of pearl

Pearls of palest pink, full of rose fragrance, rested beneath my bare feet. Ribbons of iridescent  light streamed from the pearls and surrounded me.

 I understood immediately what I was about, I was writing upon pages of the  heart, with the ink of friendship. I'd written 'Friendship is the only path, to the heart of the other'.

I clearly remembered  (in my dream)  how I'd  had to travel along a  narrow gravel road, before ascending Pearl Mountain.
The road was bordered on either side, with trees of a russet tone. Leaves fallen from the branches remained suspended mid-air. A purple, mist or perhaps a haze, surrounded each tree, and emanated a perfume of, I really can't say?
 I've never encountered such a delicate fragrance outside of the dream.
The usual scary things that, lurk around me, (outside of my dreams) were there,
 hiding behind trees and bushes, scuttling and shuffling one minute, stone still the next.

I'd shouted as  I'd hurried on "I know you're up to no good,
 but you can't trick me, because I'm up to lots of good".
Behind me, a laugh cackled its evilness. But, I just didn't have time to bother,
because I was on my way to the very top of  Pearl Mountain.

 I called out,  ( in a voice nothing like mine)
"Friend, Friend, Wise Friend, please wait for me".

At the step, which looked like the last to the very top,
I lost my breath; as I frantically searched within myself,
I sat, or more like fell, onto one of the two chairs
placed at the ornate writing desk, and panted and gasped.
The child voice that calls  for help,
started up in my ears.

"There's trouble, trouble
more than double"

(whenever my breath is stolen, or is in danger, the child voice is really urgent))


As was the case outside of my dreams, so it was inside,
I could find  barely enough breath to stay alive.
And that, if you can recall,  is pretty much
where I began my dream story.

In the next part of my dream, another  light joined  the  rippling ribbons.
 But, this wasn't a 'rippling', it was a towering, intense, narrow  beam
that circled and  pressed towards
 the centre of the ribbons of color.  This  light was the
'Wise Light of Pearl Mountain'! I just knew it!

I've no idea, how I came to think this way, about the 'Wise Light',
or how I knew about  colored pearls, but in my dream, I just did.

Here was my chance to uncover as many problems as  possible,
 and sort them out once and for all, so I went straight to the point.
I asked the 'Wise Light' what I could do, to understand my heart's intentions,

towards the following.

MY TROUBLE'S LIST
1. the Fiddler of emotions
2.  my murky dreams
3.the unseen things that scuttled behind me, or in front of me
4. the child voice in my ears, calling for help
 5. the sound of crunching, munching glass in my ears,
 6.  the giant bear of  gray smoke, that haunted me night,
     and day.
7. And, most important of all, how to keep my breath  safe
when fearfulness entered  to steal it.

Although I talked as fast as I could, I had to leave a lot unsaid,
there were just too many problems to get all of the answers in one visit.

There weren't any, real answers, to speak of that is, but there was something.

It may have been 'a feeling? or a certain sense?'

Whatever it was, it gave me a feeling of great happiness.

Then from the same 'certain sense',

I felt it was time to leave, and to return another day.

As I descended  'Pearl Mountain', the terrain kept changing before my eyes.
Prickles and all sorts of  sharp things, tore at my bare feet, fierce black arrows  zipped above my head. At times I was so wobbly, I was afraid I'd fall, so I picked up a stout stick to steady
myself, then a second stick, before I  finally arrived safely back at the gravel road.

The terrain there, had also changed,  it was now barren and the wonderful perfume had gone.
There was nothing left to use as a landmark on my return visit to  the top of Pearl Mountain.
From the corner of my eye, I saw, a  Palm tree evolve, with lots of  brown and white striped heart shaped rocks piled up at its base.

Respectfully, I approached the Palm tree, placed the palms of my hand's on the top most rocks
and whispered, "When I return,  please remember me". Again the shimmering  ribbons, with the towering white beam of light circling them and pressing ever inwards, surrounded me, spread out and over the rocks and turned each  into a gleaming heart shaped lantern. In the centre of each, was a  flame; I was sure the Wise Light had  entered, a fragment of itself  into each rock,-heart and  now rested there aglow, a silver wing-like flame, inside the heart of each one.
As I turned to go, I heard a sigh,  it said, "Hurry back". I called out, "I will, I will, and next time, I'll bring a friend with me".


Tushie                                                    (To be continued)