As I step over the broken bars of my cage the edge of vision shimmer, I think nothing of it for I am free now with every answer of life clear in my mind. I walk out into the world with purpose and determination; I know what I need to do, where I need to go. I see everyone around me, I know all the right things to say, the world is at peace, such a beautiful place, a utopia, paradise brought to life in all its glory. The people all live as one, the world and everything in it are shared and greed has no power. The edge of vision shimmer again and there is a faint sound that I think has some meaning, I should recognize it but it’s so distant and I’m at such peace here I still think nothing of it. I touch the ground, feel the pure clean earth fall through my fingers, brush the grass with my finger tips, the breeze, the sun, the temperature is all just perfect. In my hand is an ornate but simple scroll, on it is scribed all that I have learned, it holds all the answers that maintain this heaven on earth. A man approaches me and starts speaking, his voice doesn’t make sense, his lips mouth words but the sound is mechanical somehow, the same sound I heard a moment ago, he’s smiling as he reaches out for me to hand him the scroll. I look at his hand and then back at his mouth, I somehow make out part of what he is saying or at least the meaning, “…not time…”. My hand holding the scroll moves to hand it to him, I can’t control it, but I hold on to it tight, I don’t let go, he doesn’t try to pull it away, just waits for me to let go, but I don’t. I see the broken bars in the distance reforming and getting closer, my vision shimmers again, only not just the edges this time and it doesn’t stop, everything gets darker and darker…
I woke up the other morning, I know I had been dreaming because I felt like I had been holding something, but when I went to move my fingers to see if anything was really there, there was nothing, so I turned off my alarm and got out of bed. I hate dreams like that that seem so real when I wake up but yet I don’t even remember anything about the dream, dreams that feel important somehow, but I couldn’t even say a single thing that happened in it. And why do I feel like I’m in a cage lately? Maybe it’s just stress, it seems like I don’t understand anything anymore.
