A Dream That Pointed To The Stars

(On the occasion of remembering a dream. Thanks to Abdelhaq Djellab for his image, titled 'Kingdom of Darvishes') ............... Two mornings ago I had a dream. I rarely remember dreams clearly enough to catch their narrative threads.* The dream was largely a succession of emotional states, and images were few. At first there was a pent-up feeling in my chest. It was like a weight or pressure; it was in response to external events, but I was the source of it. I wanted to spit it out; it filled me with eagerness to tell others about it. Over a span of time I built up to crescendos of wanting to tell about it, a few times, but I didn't find a way. Then I lost the eagerness and, for an indefinite period, I simply felt that I was buried with it. Then came a turning point in my dream. I saw faint stars that looked like pinpricks of light coming from an illuminated area behind the sky. Then the pent up force became an eagerness to confide something again. The pinprick stars seemed to offer points of guidance. I felt myself wishing... I wanted to project this pent up force through those pinpricks. I felt it might be working, if only in piecemeal fashion. I felt some relief. The stifled, buried feeling from an earlier time seemed to be fueling my present efforts. There was a bridge across time from the past, and also towards the future of those pinpricks. The eagerness helped me fling my confessions forward, in the general direction of those pinpricks. The dominant feeling of the second half of my dream was relief mixed with eagerness. More and more I felt myself being together with those pinpricks and the light coming through them I slid towards morning and wakefulness Then I awoke from the dream. .................. .................. [* Note: Maybe if I drank less coffee I would remember my dreams better.]