Epic Dream

Posted: April 18, 2014 in thoughts, writing
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I do not know how to start this entry as I am fairly new in sharing my private thoughts to others.  Even to those who, literally, do not know me.  I always believed that my thoughts are mine.  I always thought that if I share too much then I might lose myself, my individuality, in the process.

But I when I look back to those times when people praised my writings, they praised the ones that held part of my soul in it.  So, I am took the hint and decided to finally share what insane, crazy thoughts I have as I believe this is His plan all along.  And hope to touch more than a handful of other lost souls.

Okay.  I believe that’s enough ramblings for now, tonight I share with you a dream I had last night.  I am not sure if the dream is just a result of my very active imagination or if it is telling me something.  You must understand that I love epic fantasies and am currently addicted to Brandon Sanderson’s works.  And this particular dream has the epic fantasy vibe to it.  Perhaps some of you can help me decide whether the dream is a message or just another sign of my addiction.  Perhaps not.  But I still want to share it with anyone willing to read it.


I was standing in the middle of a hedge maze, talking to someone I could feel that I trust.  I could not see his face but I felt that I knew him.  We were arguing, really, because I know that I had to die that day and went to that spot to meet my fate.  He, however, was trying to “save” me.

But I knew it had to be done.  I believed that it was the only way.  So, I died.  In front of my companion.  Well, at least my physical body died and my soul was released from it.   I watched as my companion knelt over my body.  I tried to tell him that I was still there, that I didn’t really die but he could not hear me.

Then, I felt someone behind me.  As I turned I saw a hooded figure and I knew that this was my murderer.  As with my grieving companion, I could not see his face, even after he lifted the hood.  I just know he’s a man and that I should go with him.

So, I left my body and followed my murderer out of the maze.  It was a really large maze and we walked for a while.  It was already dark by the time we emerged from it.  And outside the maze waited more hooded figures.  One of them gave me a pack and pointed west.  I do not know what is in the pack or what awaits me in that direction but I turned and walked into the night.


Like I said, I do not know what it meant or if I will dream of it again tonight. But I think the dream is too good to keep to myself, specially as I am bound to just forget about it if I do not preserve it somehow.


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