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04-10-2018, 05:09 PM
8 April 2018
I'm looking down at a satellite map of the Middle East. Smack in the middle of the map is portal. A doorway. At first there are people encircling the portal. The sense I get is they're holding it closed. Keeping it locked. Then, one by one, the fade away until there's no one left to hold the portal closed. There's a huge crack in the portal. Pieces and bits fall until the portal is completely clear. It's black, complete darkness, in the opening. I try to see what's there but can't. There's a pause, a hesitation, like a long inhalation, then something flows out of the opening. It's like a wave, a flow of water from the top of a bubbler fountain. The wave flows over the edge and into the surrounding land. I can't make anything out in the wave, just that it's a wave and it keeps coming. Wave after wave, pouring out of the portal and onto the land. I'm frustrated at not being able to see, then I realize it doesn't matter. What matters is the fact the portal is open and what's coming through can't be stopped now.
It's been a busy dream time for me of late, after a long period of inactivity. I was told once to enjoy my downtime because there would come a time when I would look back on the inactivity with fondness. I think that time has come.
I'm looking down at a satellite map of the Middle East. Smack in the middle of the map is portal. A doorway. At first there are people encircling the portal. The sense I get is they're holding it closed. Keeping it locked. Then, one by one, the fade away until there's no one left to hold the portal closed. There's a huge crack in the portal. Pieces and bits fall until the portal is completely clear. It's black, complete darkness, in the opening. I try to see what's there but can't. There's a pause, a hesitation, like a long inhalation, then something flows out of the opening. It's like a wave, a flow of water from the top of a bubbler fountain. The wave flows over the edge and into the surrounding land. I can't make anything out in the wave, just that it's a wave and it keeps coming. Wave after wave, pouring out of the portal and onto the land. I'm frustrated at not being able to see, then I realize it doesn't matter. What matters is the fact the portal is open and what's coming through can't be stopped now.
It's been a busy dream time for me of late, after a long period of inactivity. I was told once to enjoy my downtime because there would come a time when I would look back on the inactivity with fondness. I think that time has come.