A dream that was induced many years ago by 2 clocks, wandering into and out of synchronization.
It began with the ticking of 2 clocks in a shelf that had many irregular compartments.
They were bothersome at first, and sleep was accompanied by a visualization of the clocks sounds as they made cycles of agreement/disagreement.
Then the dreams took on a path through alternating valleys of light, and canyons in the twilight.
I was walking that path.
With each passing night, the dream continued, and it came earlier in my sleep.
Not only that, but the valleys of light were less expansive, and the canyons became places of trouble/confusion.
Eventually, the valley of light were no more than small clearings, and the canyons became steep-sided and threatening. My pace would quicken.
My mother noticed that I was troubled, and all I could say was it was the clocks. Reassurances did nothing for me or my sleep.
Then came the change: I was following 3 figures through the now complete chaos. Things were falling down the steep slopes as we traveled always ahead. Stones became boulders, the din become a roar. I looked for comfort to the 1st figure: Joseph. No good. Yes, I was in Catholic School at the time. I looked to Mary: no good either. I looked at Jesus (Christ) and finally I had found someone to look to that made the torment ease. A couple more of these dreams, and I had to learn not to look at the trouble about, or the followers (Joseph & Mary) but to the timeless Jesus.
It all ended in one last hurrah. I went to school one day, and it was as if I did not exist. Just the mere thought of the dream put me into it, fully awake. I could scarcely hear the world about me or the alarm bell. I was late, but nobody knew it.
Strange. You get admonished for things like that at a Catholic School, and they don't let you forget it. When roll call came in class, the teacher called my name and went immediately to mark me as not present. When I spoke up she said "Oh, I didn't see you".
The clocks were removed (whew!) that same day. I told no one of the dream for 7 years, and few in between. Friends recoil, Pastors are quick to change the subject. Don't blame them.
I'm writing this because the world of today reminds me of that dream, the closing in of chaos and the roar of things. Almost 50 years and the dream has lost none of it's clarity.
Perhaps it will mean something in here.
It began with the ticking of 2 clocks in a shelf that had many irregular compartments.
They were bothersome at first, and sleep was accompanied by a visualization of the clocks sounds as they made cycles of agreement/disagreement.
Then the dreams took on a path through alternating valleys of light, and canyons in the twilight.
I was walking that path.
With each passing night, the dream continued, and it came earlier in my sleep.
Not only that, but the valleys of light were less expansive, and the canyons became places of trouble/confusion.
Eventually, the valley of light were no more than small clearings, and the canyons became steep-sided and threatening. My pace would quicken.
My mother noticed that I was troubled, and all I could say was it was the clocks. Reassurances did nothing for me or my sleep.
Then came the change: I was following 3 figures through the now complete chaos. Things were falling down the steep slopes as we traveled always ahead. Stones became boulders, the din become a roar. I looked for comfort to the 1st figure: Joseph. No good. Yes, I was in Catholic School at the time. I looked to Mary: no good either. I looked at Jesus (Christ) and finally I had found someone to look to that made the torment ease. A couple more of these dreams, and I had to learn not to look at the trouble about, or the followers (Joseph & Mary) but to the timeless Jesus.
It all ended in one last hurrah. I went to school one day, and it was as if I did not exist. Just the mere thought of the dream put me into it, fully awake. I could scarcely hear the world about me or the alarm bell. I was late, but nobody knew it.
Strange. You get admonished for things like that at a Catholic School, and they don't let you forget it. When roll call came in class, the teacher called my name and went immediately to mark me as not present. When I spoke up she said "Oh, I didn't see you".
The clocks were removed (whew!) that same day. I told no one of the dream for 7 years, and few in between. Friends recoil, Pastors are quick to change the subject. Don't blame them.
I'm writing this because the world of today reminds me of that dream, the closing in of chaos and the roar of things. Almost 50 years and the dream has lost none of it's clarity.
Perhaps it will mean something in here.
