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The Dream

The dream
What a silly dream.  They were, all of them, building.  It was like they were the humans in Warcraft.  Building forts and producing units for war, except there were no units just buildings.  Then a trip came up, and a few of the others were going, and the dreamer had enough to cover the few who didn’t.  A few set out, while the dreamer waited for those who were not ready, standing upon an old wall, that was at some time a battlement.  The castle was sunk into a lake, the wall just a few feet above the surface.  The walls and castle are covered in age, moss growing up in parts, covering portions.  The land starts just behind the castle, hills rolling away, dotted with forts they had built, not knowing why they should.
The wife of one of those who had gone approached the dreamer, flirting and seducing.  He played foolish, ignoring what she was at.  “Hello dreamer” she called, smiling demurely as she walked across the water towards him. “Hello” he answered, not looking in her direction.  “What are you doing up on the wall alone?” She flicked one side of her flimsy robe aside, revealing a clinging gown underneath.  “Waiting for the others” he replied, continuing to ignore her advances and busied himself tossing rocks into the water.  She drew closer asking “Why don’t you come off that wall and come to my bedroom where it is warm?” Suddenly he changed into someone else, a female, with her hands clasped behind her, leaning back with a teasing, ‘I know what you are up to’ look, as the adulteress came close.  And just as quickly she was the dreamer again.  Then a call came from the castle, the rest were ready and they set off.
They are climbing a rope, it is a very thin rope.  And while climbing, they must push a small bag of beans up the rope with them.  There are others also climbing the rope, and those of who are faster pass by them with their beanbags.  As they climb, we see that the rope is now two threads, each running through a top corner of the beanbags.  The dreamer encourages his group to work together, enabling them to reach the top ahead of most.  When they do, the dreamer realizes that they are at the end of a very long line of climbers, who have scaled the cliff already and are now inside the tunnel at the top.  They must wait until the line has moved to climb onto the ledge, and move into the tunnel.  Suddenly the the tunnel grows, pushing out, and forcing those on the rope below up over the ledge, and into the growing tunnel.  The dreamer stands.
The air is clear, and everyone is now clothed in white robes.  He and his friends stand and stare in wonder.  The ceiling cannot be seen, it seems as if it is not there, for the sky is clearly visible above, yet they know it is there.  Looking around, the sides are great windows, and they see a beautiful city.  They are in an immense ship just above the earth.  He cannot see the end of it, long and beautiful, sailing majestically above the earth and city.
Spaced apart on the sides of the ship, are small balconies, with room for two or three people, allowing a view of the outside without the obstruction of the perfect glass.  The dreamer sees a few people step back from one, exclaiming on the beautiful singing of the angels.  He asks about them and is told they are outside the ship.  He steps out, and there they are, three beings, floating in the air.  They are singing, and it is beautiful, but not as beautiful as he believed it would be, yet somehow he is satisfied, like after eating a plain meal.  There was nothing spectacular about it, but it was filling and good, like oatmeal and toast.  Satisfied he steps back in the ship as an older woman in a wheelchair passes by.  He stops her in confusion, “Why are you in a wheelchair?” he asks, taking in a couple of other cripples with her.  “Thats just the way paradise works son” she says, and wheels away with the others.  ‘I guess they’ll have to wait till the resurrection’ he thinks to himself as he moves on.  Looking ahead he sees his parents waiting, how happy they are to see him.  He rushes to them, embracing them with joy.  They begin catching up on old times.
A group of people walk past, exclaiming about a “gift” they have received, and how wonderful it is.  The dreamer asks his father what they are talking about.  His father looks in surprise, “You have not heard?!  You can be granted the wish of seeing any one thing you desire in reality.  Anything, to be able to see it and touch it.  What would you like to to see?”  The dreamer stops, frozen in this news and a realization.  He breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably. He has realized that having died, his wife is not with him, he is alone.  He has left her behind.  Their life together had just begun, and now it is over, until she joins him.  I wish to see my wife he thinks, I wish to see my wife.  And the dreamer awakens, this dream on his mind, his heart racing in his chest, tears on his face, his breathing heavy.  Never had the dreamer dreamt such a dream.  Never had a dream affected him so in the physical world.  He felt as if he had actually been crying so uncontrollably, his chest felt the weight of that grief.  And he felt the unfathomable love he knew for his wife.  She was the light of his world.  And would never leave her behind, if at all possible.
I love you.