Our Origins
The dream began was in a sandy and dusty place there were men that looked to be of Arabian decent, dark tanned skin and dark hair with blue or light eyes others took the shape of jinn.
As I walked with a man closely walking behind me, their eyes followed, all eyes were on us as we walked straight down the walkway of an intricate cave system made of dusty brick colored stone then around a cured wall and stopped the a doorway to a shrine room.
“Remember…I can’t go in there, our love” the man’s words flowed gently into ear and ended in a whisper
” I’m not allowed in this place” his words floated around me as he stayed at the entrance of this stonewalled room and i entered curiously, gazing upon plain walls then to one main wall covered with dusty old pictures pinned to the wall with little trinkets pinned alongside them, each picture appearing to have been there for some time, as their edges were more than slightly worn and they had a thin layer of red dust coving them, though they appeared to have been wiped clean by fingers over time.
the man morphed as he finally entered the room, first into a shadow then into an invisible voice, like wind moving all around me, he stole a single kiss but could take no more.
He was showing me him, his origins and how people viewed him and still do.
“They have created sin from us, we are no sin, we are -around, all around, dust, universe” his voice stopped behind me and I turned.
I saw him as a tall fit deeply tanned man with middle length oil slick black hair and glowing bluish eyes, a beautiful face fit for a god an old god.
He took my hand gently, lovingly and lead me around telling me things about the pictures that escape my memory.
I realized when I then awoke that he stole me from another dream of a toy store with my family and friend, he was the invisible voice that called to me , that asked questions and beckoned me to the entrance of the store, to him.
To be continued…
Author N.P -Dream walking
Note: that none of these images are my own, only used as the closest visual descriptors of what I’ve seen In my “dreams” (collected from Pinterest)
