Last night I dreamed:
I heard the sky ask me to come and find it. I looked up but all I saw were stars.
The sky said, “Do you know who I am?”
“No,” I said.
“I’m Polaris, the brightest star in the sky. I want you to come find me.” I still couldn’t see the star, only the dark, infinite sky.
“Don’t find me,” another voice said, and I could see the source of this voice: it was a baby in a box, floating through space, looking very angry.
“No,” said Polaris, “you wouldn’t want to find him. I didn’t realize I was shining so brightly that a ray touched him and woke him up.” Polaris adjusted the errant ray. “There, is that better?”
“Yes,” the baby said, and went to sleep.
That was when I woke up. It was four a.m. My wife was sleeping beside me, my baby in his room. I laid there for a few minutes trying to keep hold of the dream, thinking that it must mean something, but I can’t really decipher these kinds of things.
After I went back to sleep there were more dreams but it was mostly a mishmash of sex and underwater speed surfing. Glad I didn’t have my recurring nightmare again, where I’m always on top of something unbelievably tall and unstable. Usually rounded and with no handholds and I’m either being thrown about or slowly sliding, unable to stop myself.
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Precognition? on June 11th, 2008
