The Dream


This was an early morning dream, recorded at 4:30am. It is said that ‘dreams’ between 3am – 5am are of angelic times. These dreams are mostly thoughts and emotions in pictorial forms, often little to no dialogue, and if remembered vividly.. are left to open interpretations and careful deciphering.

Open terrain desert, bright rays of morning sun shone on the two armies camped side-by-side. A group of Mongolian men striding in an arrow-head formation, destined for their neighboring camp. I was the third man to the right of our leader, Genghis Khan who walked in the middle and furthest in front. There were about 9 of us. Behind, our most prideful farm hands with their grains and enormous cows. These animals were bigger than our horses. And they were gifts.. to our allies in the war. Still within the boundaries of our camp, faces of Mongols passed me by.. solders, weapon makers, weavers, farmers and cooks. I would not recognize any of these characters today, but in this dream they seemed absolutely familiar.

Coming up to a large blue-purple tent with maroon veil at the center of our neighboring camp. A horn announcement of our arrival was made, a man appeared as the veils parted. He had the tired-eyes of war, hard-angled eyebrows of a strategist leader and dressed in full Turkic armor. Greetings and salutation took place as the two leaders talked. I took a few wide steps to the right still in a watchful position, but with more interest in browsing the weapons outside the camp. “They used curved swords like ours, though less of an arc.” I thought. There were long spears on a table and no shields in sight. “Good. I don’t respect warriors with shields.” I said. Suddenly, it snowed.

I felt the cold flakes landed on my right hand. These were bright white snow falling down in the middle of the desert. Then I heard music coming from the Turkic general’s tent. Its rhythms and rhymes were not of this world. No man-made instruments could produce such atmospheric of lightning and thunder and the singing of higher beings. I knew this song. The tent’s veil parted again and a female-shaped appeared. She wore a fashionable multi-colored head scarf, her body covered in immaculate red dress with vertical gold stripes and flower-decor, royal gold cuffs, big red collar raised far above her neck line, red ‘X’ corset braces running from chest to stomach with gold flower pattern along their vertical sides, three Turkic emblems sitting horizontally below the corset line with a double pearl laces linking them. She had a creamy-transparent veil hovering lower portions of her face, beautiful almond eyes with straight to gentle-arch eyebrows. Her hands lifting her dress as she walked towards my general direction. She stopped to have a conversation with a bannerman, and while speaking with him, she turned my way.. and saw me.

The look on her face changed. I saw a big smile underneath that semi-transparent veil covering her nose and mouth. Her whole being began to glow, omitting inner light as she removed the veil showing her already great big smiley. “She knows me?” I thought. “Do I know her? How? When did I.. Wait… Yes Hahhaa!!” I laughed out loud, tears of joy as she raced towards me like a child.. her hands yanking up her dress as she ran. [I woke up.]

I woke up totally confused. Looked at the clock and it was around 4:30am. No time to reflect, back to sleep.

Morning dreams are funny creatures. They mostly dissipate once you finally wake up, not this one though. Its vividity was in tact. I reflected on it during breakfast.

This was a recognition of an old friend from heaven. As in “There you are finally! What took you so long to get here!”


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