Last night, my own dreams betrayed me.
A yellow and white house fell from the
sky and crashed to the ground very near me.
Inside the house, two small children perished.
I did not ask why a yellow and white
house fell from clear skies. Of course
that makes no sense. I asked, instead,
why small children should suffer or die.
What sense in that?
I woke immediately from my dream of
the children, of weeping parents. I woke
to the bruised darkness of my own house—to such profound sadness. Awake, I felt the sorrow as certainly as I
felt the bedsheet and blankets on my chest.
What hidden monster inside me smashed that
yellow and white house against the earth and killed those children?
-- Mitchell
Hegman
Some say that dreams are a manifestation of something buried in our subconscious. But really dreams are still as much of a mystery now as it was in the days of our ancestors.
ReplyDeleteAgree. Mine are almost always strange.
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