Endless

Dream interpretation.

     Okay. So, some of you know that I am a psychic. I am not the best on out there, nor am I even close. I sometimes have really vivid dreams, and oft times I have no idea what they mean. And then, a few days later, I'll see some symbols or images or sometimes even relive scenes that happened in them. On a few occasions, I dreamed the past. I had no idea I was dreaming that at the time until I saw an old painting in a museum that was an exact replica of an image in my dream.
     Anyway, a long time ago...I think I was five or six...I had the most vivid dream I have ever had, when I was living in my former house. I remember the most vivid parts, the images. Reference to it occurs every few years, in more dreams, and it just keeps changing, but in the dream I know that it's the same place I dreamed before.
     Lately, this old dream has been bothering me...I can't get it out of my head, and I feel such a strong wave of deja vu whenever I rethink the images I saw. So I decided to type out as much as I remember to see if I can discern anything:
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    The hour was late. The air smelled of wind and sunset.
    An unknown force had chased me from my home, to the vast backyard I owned, acres upon acres of land for growing crops.
     The crops weren't there, and for some reason this did not strike me odd. The absence of my neighbor's house wasn't an oddity to me either now. I didn't seem to be fully conscious.
    Time seemed to freeze and wind backwards as I stood on a small hill, gazing at the land before me. A small brown rabbit stood faithfully at my feet, as if my lifetime companion. Suddenly my garb was deerskin, hawk feathers tied into my hair, which was a thick black mass that twirled around my shoulders as the wind tossed it.
     I started running. I didn't know why, but I was running. I wasn't running from or to anything. The chain of Appalachian mountains loomed in the distance; they surrounded all of Berks County where I resided, as if sheltering it, protecting the Earth from harmful human aspects. But as I ran, the mountains never drew any closer, as if the land was endless.
    I could feel the thick, alive, green grass beneath my bare feet, my skin tanned with genetics and sunlight and smooth. The rabbit still stood near me and a brown eagle flew directly overhead.
    I ran for hours, never growing tired, and with every step houses became more and more scarce, until all I could see were rolling green hills and the mountains. The sun never dipped lower than the horizon line.
    Still I ran.
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    A few years later, when I was ten, I had the same dream, but eyeless and bodiless monsters had chased me from my home, and after years of running I finally came across a tavern, but did not stop.
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     When I was twelve, I dreamed I had run from home during my aunt's wedding, and had gone running without turning back time, and eventually found a lake where my friend Sarah stood waiting for me. A couple mustangs had been tied to posts and we freed them for no apparent reason, and in the process fell into the waters and nearly drowned, but somehow I managed to float in midair and catch my friend.
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     And just last night, I dreamed I was an ancient crone, my hair grown out long, silver, and with more waves than an ocean. I was with an animal shelter, helping animals around the area, and they doubted my ability because of my age.
     My family and love had passed away, it was a new generation. Not mine. The world had changed so much, grass was a rare find. Trees were cut down, hundreds a day and no one bothered to replant them anymore, there wasn't enough room. Humans had overpopulated the Earth.
     I rode horseback from the heart of Kentucky to my old home in Douglassville, Pennsylvania where I first had the dream when I was so young. I walked to the back of the yard, the grass all dead, the crops locust-ridden. The rabbit crawled out from under a rotten wood pile, her fur as silver as my hair. An eagle screeched above me, landing on the ground beside me,
     I looked down at my hands, and they were not withered and pale like they had been but a moment ago, but smooth and brown, and young. The wind tousled my hair, and I could see that it was as black as a raven's wing. My skin tightened over my bones, and I could feel myself grow stronger. The rabbit's fur returned the chocolate brown that I remembered.
     My clothing, once a pair of jeans and a polo t-shirt bearing the logo of the animal shelter where I worked, were a deerskin dress, and hawk feathers were tied in my now-dark hair.
    I inhaled, smelling wind and sunset. I could feel Hia Unequa, the Great Spirit, fly down and kiss both my cheeks as if to say "Welcome".
     The world shifted, and all that was before me now was an endless stretch of green grass and a mountain that was a lifetime away.
     But I would reach the mountain this time, and I resumed my endless run...

Author's Note

I have no idea what any of it means!

Reviews

[seal]

this is beautiful, nikolai. i feel your whole spirit in this poem and i feel honored to have read it. :]

[Marlena]

Interesting read :) You could try looking some of it up in a couple of those dream interpretation books, you might get something out of it. The vividness of this piece made it seem like the reader's there with you, so good work :3

[Jonathan *break away*]

such strange dreams, im guessing when you get older the same dream will appear but different again,

i cant tell you what it means but im sure you will find out soon

good job explaining it i enjoyed reading it =)