I had two dreams that I want to write out but I need to get to actual work.
In one of them, I was in a European city, inspecting something old along a river front. We had to go, so we walked away. The “we” kept changing as the tone kept shifting, too, different film stock.
We got to a tram station, and got on a very large cab. I asked my friend if we had to pay, and he said don’t worry about it. I was so glad to be in a city, exploring things. As the tram began moving, I spotted the old thing along the river, and was amazed at how detailed everything was.
I had this moment where I thought “I am alive and I managed to make it here to do this” and it was a moment of absolute satisfaction that I had traveled! I was the happiest I had ever been, because I made it out!
And then, I began noticing all of the signs were in English, and that the hillsides looked like they were Virginia, and I realized I was dreaming and woke up.
I feel back asleep quickly, and I was still in a city, but I was aware it was Washington D.C. I was in one of the Smithsonian museums, I don’t know which one. I wasn’t particularly interested, but was waiting to move on to the next spot. My family were waiting for me for some celebration. As I type the words, more comes back to me but it’s elusive. I was in the basement, near the toilets.
I remember knowing there were supernatural forces, but they could be avoided if you didn’t look at them. One of them approached me, a man in a multi-colored suit that fit well. I could feel my mind being corrupted somehow. I remembered that if you ran at it without looking at it, you could knock them out and escape. I made the attempt but it may not have taken.
I was on the main level, on the mall, and I was trying to look for one of the exits to get out. There were many soldiers inside, and I thought it would be good to escape and move on to the next place. I walked to the eastern side of the building, a building with walls of glass. The soldiers were setting up to guard the entrance on the eastern end, and so I tried to get out through a door on the north-facing side of the building that led to a garden courtyard.
When I approached, a soldier told me I had to stay in because something was going on outside. I could see clearly there was not much going on. The glass walls allowed me to see out, see a peaceful day out there. But the soldiers weren’t letting me out. I was concerned I wouldn’t be able to work, but I found a place to sit and work anyway.
As I wrote whatever I was writing, the scene outside did begin to change. It grew dark. The soldiers made those of us in the building, maybe about a hundred, to get into a space that was below the walls so people outside couldn’t see us. We didn’t know what was going on and no one told us.
As it got darker outside, we could hear a crowd outside marching. They were angry but we didn’t know why. The tone turned more menacing as the crowd was large and walking around the building.
I heard the voice of a woman from earlier in the dream, or someone from real life. She was worried, and didn’t see me. She was beginning to panic, and I reached out and touched her blue clothing and told her at least she wasn’t alone. She was elated to see me and I was glad to see her. She was important to me and I told her I would keep her safe.
We sat at a table together. The woman’s face changed into the face of another woman, a different skin color, a different age. I looked at over the windows and the crowd outside was now throwing rocks at the glass to try to break it. The soldiers put up plywood to stop it, but I was convinced that it was all going to break. What would they do to us? We’d done nothing to them!
I looked into the woman’s eyes and asked if any of the work I’d ever done actually meant anything, if it had been worth it. This was a big monologue and as I was speechifying, I noticed there were many more people in the building, and they were marching past me and the woman. Hundreds, thousands, all marching past with the same spirit as the people outside.
They were angry but not violent. They were all staring at me as they walked past. They all looked like they had been through a war, and they looked at me pleading, as if I had some sort of answer.
The woman I was sitting with shape-shifted again after I got up the courage to ask here: “Have you learned anything from anything I’ve said over the years?”
She looked me in the eye.
“All I know is that Sean Tubbs writes the information and I trust…”
Suddenly there was a noise, a shift in the air again, and suddenly the danger was over. There was an announcement, an all clear, and we would be free to go on our way. The soldiers opened the door.
I looked around for the woman, but someone told me she was already gone. I woke up, haunted by an experience that was more real than real life. And now I’ve typed that out I can get back to writing the information, sad that the woman left with no trace.
Then again, who wouldn't? Love, Bridge.
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