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Tuesday, February 1, 2005
Now that we're talking about dreams...
I once had a dream I don't intend to forget. It starts. I open my eyes to see the pyrimid of the ancients riseing grandiosly above me were it meets a clear sky. But, "It's red..."
I note to myself. The sky is tinted red, the pyrimid's stones are stained red. And I relize I'm sitting in a pool of blood.
"I'm sweating blood!?" It crosses my mind and I find I am in a linen dress and, hot against my fevered skin, I can feel the Caetouche amulet, sign of the pharaoh. I am the pharaoh? If I am the pharaoh"...what has happend to Egypt...?"
I wonder out loud as I look around to see empty streets red, collapsing temples are red, the deshret red, and the source of all life. The Nile is red. This has happened befor! This has happened to Ramses II. Have I somehow invoked the wrath of god?
"The Red Men, come." A voice at the end of a pesent's street behind me. The voice sounded like a mute man who has waited to his death bed to use his voice. I get up to find myself crying and shaking as the respose to what I assume to be the total destruction of this civilization, my civilization.
But dutifly I carry on down the street to the voice. To both sides of me are tightly packed mud houses with no windows or doors, so that one can see inside the neat homes. Nothing broken inside them, no sign of struggle, like all of the people just evaporated.
I reach the end of the street to find a baby sobbing and screaming in a puddle of blood. Tears overwhelm me. Is this all thats left? Me and this child? Well if this baby was the last of Egypt, then I still had a duty to protect it. I remeber kneeling down to it, tears and koli streaming down my face, only to have the baby snached upwards by a hawk, the hawk of Amun-Ra.
Now I am the one who is screaming,
"I won't let you do to that child what you did to all the others! Bring it back! What did any of them do to deserve this?"
I quivered with grief and anger, watching the hawk fly into a small blue patch in the sky just befor it closes up forever, like the Lorax.
I stand there, the last pharaoh who was unable to protect a small baby, looking at the sky wondering the eternal question, "Why?" All of Egypt around me red, powerless, soiled, devistated, and crumbling. A large dark shape leaps into the air, eclipsing the sun above me. And the dream ends.
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