it involved a specific kind of space and a faultless women to whom i have assigned, fault.
this was the kind of dream where everything is real, but only for a part of it.
Like a sleeping meditation.
the space was like an ashram or a devotional meeting place.
One might say that those things are one and the same.
In this dream i had a friend who was there as a safety,
someone to make the surroundings inconspicuous.
She lead me closely to the point where i had no choice but to engage with this person,
this casualty of a broken and missed communication.
This person engaged ME first.
Asking if what i did could help her.
She was shy and unsure about connecting to my cold and stone-like glances.
She tried to talk to me about it without crying,
but continually broke into tears explaining her pain and NOT explaining her pain.
She looked INTO my eyes. Sorrowful. Humanly distraught.
and i sat there.
i answered.
i was sarcastic.
i was unhelpful.
i gave in at the end, but only because of the more persistent discomfort of feeling so closed.
NOT to be helpful.
NOT because i cared.
NOT because i wanted to HEAL anything.
I awoke
and was aware
that i need space to empty out this animosity.
so that the love that is quiet
can come back in
can grow and assist
can be EXACTLY what it is meant to be.
effortless.
this is my mission.
Powerful dream.
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