I wrote this out in my notebook, at Pizza Hut this morning..drinking a tankard of chocolate cherry coffee and falling asleep against the wall.Enjoy.



I was dreaming as I woke this morning.One of those dreams so close to the border of consciousness that your mind blends it like a brushstroke into the hues of reality and it gives you great pause, there at the edge of the bed as to what to believe has gone on., or is going on.

This dream was about the "happening".
The happening was the day that all humankind had waited for.The scheduled day that God was coming to the Earth to cure and love and make immortal all creatures living.Restore a type of Eden as it were.To bring back loved ones passed,right wrongs,explain life answer questions.Love give and be.Some people slept through the last night of the "great discontent" that was life as we knew it, some styaed awake....some worshipped,some got naked.The hours passed swiftly and the sun rose calmly on the day that was the great happening.people left their doors, fell to their knees..lifted their faces, smiled ,their palms upturned.They cried hosannahs in all languages.Their mouths felt like melted lifesavers coated their tongues, their hearts sped.

The sky did not rend itself open...no deity came forth.No rain..no tempest..nothing.The sun shone and the day came on and began to pass like any other.People looked from one face to the other, some lowered their heads.Some were beginning to feel badly.Were they to ask no questions..be cured..saved..were they not to be loved forever?People would still have to wonder..to die?

Scholars raced to and opened holy books and re-calculated half-heartedly the date of the happening and came up with the same answers...the same broken heartedness.They felt they would be blamed.....scapegoated...but no one had the energy tp hate them...even though hate is final and singular not many-headed like love* it's still a passion and passion had died with the happening not happening.No one cared about anything at all...these forsaken.

People lowered their hands and their heads and marched back inside, eyes wide , crestfallen, they took to their beds, many never arose again.If someone were hurt or fell ill they were left to die.There was nothing left.Hope was beaten.There was never a rescue siren, never an adventure told..never a hero to be emulated, never a new love to plan a future with.No one had anything left to give.Everyones eyes faded to a rainy grey and stayed that way.

As I was waking...my thoughts returning to my own character, for I am rarely myself in my dreams, I began thinking of people that I know and how sorry I was for them, for I thought that the happening not happening surely would have terrible effect on them.It did on every last being, but my rationale turned to those that I know to be "religious."

I rubbed my eyes and thought about how humankind is fixated on the thing called hope for survival..daily..the heart thrives on hope.Hope flows through the soul like blood through the veins.Light through the air.That if injured, others will appear and staunch the flow from our wounds.Hope is the basis of existanxe.If God did not exist we would have to create one.Our thoughts of God, are balm..of love and of justice.We take sanctity in the service we feel towards one another, in the presence of our own fears not to be abandoned...we have a right and wrong system that lingers in the gut of most.Do unto others as you'd have done to you.Perhaps the collective memory of abandonment is what drives the collective need for acceptance and retrieval of Paradise lost, the horn of plenty.The womb, the thumb, the physical sustenance that is our very being for the most part.When that is threatened on any level the spirit atrophies..solace in psalm..mostly second to solace found in food, etc.The basics of Earthly existance as we freaking well know it.

The dream made me see hope painted on everything.Made me see the gates of Eden shutting , childhood ending..people waiting.For....yeah..what....

When small we are taught that heros in bright colours can make us believe in ourselves...how would Batman or Superman handle this..all the answers are right there before us, in our own hands.....brutal, just..good guy winning hands.As we approach early adult-hood..we are then faced with knowing a saviour, a bleeding man, who art in Heaven..and we need this thing called faith to get by.How do we reconcile the two...and Santa...is he Jesus but without the lessons and the blood and the penance..is he just plain old love, someone to wish one for Earthly things? Saving our spiritual wishes for the one bleeding from the wrists and temples?Didn't we ask enough already? Who caters to this.Who really does..when they end up telling us no, Superman and santa they're the myths...your self-esteem and free wishes for candy and toys without guilt...now we must bake like blackbirds in the pie called faith and hope we do right.Hope that we can ascend to what we are told we can never really achieve. Makes me wanna tie a red bath towel around my thraot and leap from the roof and hope to catch onto the runners of a fat mans sleigh.They all wear red mostly..the incarnations...Santa is in red,no longer traditional green or purple...Jesus wears a red cloak..mostly to inspire pagans to Christianity most-like..(as the Virgin Mary entertained blue robes no longer white as to represent pagan fertilty and springtime..how ironic)..and Supes has the red cape.Nuts not all far flung from the Hope tree.

Anyhow. I hate sleep.Love one another.

wow! that's an awesome write penster! as always
you rocketh

Thank you Snoopy

Slim...dude after my own heart...I dunno as I so much left them out, I just know when I'm rambling and need to stop..rofl..thank you for contributing though,really really cool when someone does. Truly appreciate it.

*~whens ya book comin out???, everything u write is amazing~*

Funny you should ask..I wrote out a table of contents today and am in the process of choosing 100 titles...and if I can't find a publisher,I'll find a vanity freakin' press...lol

WOW Pen u leave me speechless!
thanx much for sharin'

Wow.

Tyvm Fan

*hugs Duck*

*hugs*

roflmao..thank you for that, does make it hard to walk but hey, rofl...thanks for reading,I sure appreciate it.

Dreams have always been a huge thing for me, soooo tied in with the waking world, they're like a huge magnifying glass to me, makes all the useless things seem very viable..trivia doesnt exist to me...life is a continuously unwinding puzzle, the more clues you get, the closer you are to the heart of....the simple magnitude of it all?I think that's what I want to say,lol.

Wonderful.

Love Answers All,
XOX,
Bam

ty

wow PEN !

Your are an amazing person !!

tyvm teardrop, I dunno bout amazing, but def over-caffeinated!! You're a sweetheart!