Once again, I had another one of my dreams.
Hello Beautiful World!
This time in my dream I find myself running down a lonely street. There's a big storm and the sky is
now totally black as if it's been covered by a dark blanket. The heavy rain hurts my skin and bruises it
with every drop. The pavement and sidewalk are now flooded by a thin layer of water that seems to
thicken with every second. I am tired but I am a long way from home so I keep running in the storm.
I can't stop,
I can't stop,
I can't stop...
I keep repeating as I keep running and falling hurting my knees now covered in blood.
As I continue my race to get home, I begin to notice people watching me from their home windows.
They are motionless and they don't speak, just like mannequins on display. However,
their faces show such sadness as they look at me.
And as I look at them, looking at me, I begin to cry.
They are sad for me I know, but I don't know why.
I can't stop,
I can't stop,
I can't stop...
Do they know something I don't know? I wonder.
Now the water on the street has reached up to my knees, making it harder to run fast in the rain,
but I can't slow down! I continue running against the strong gusts of wind that seem to want to
block the way like invisible walls so I push harder and harder to proceed.
I run street after street and each time I pass a house, the owners, sadly watch me as if they had
been waiting for me to run by.
I am so tired now. I have been running for so long that my legs feel like blocks unable to want
to move anymore and I begin to get scared and I cry again. I know that the worst part of the storm
is yet to come. It is not too far behind and I must outrun it, but I can't anymore.
You can't stop,
keep running!
And in the roaring of the thunder, and the wind and the rain,
I hear my mother's loving and peaceful voice, telling me not to give up.
She is standing not too far looking at me from the sidewalk while I stand in the middle of the street.
We're both, under the heavy rain and the strong gusts of wind in the middle of the dark storm,
yet, on her face, there's no sadness or fear, but peace and a beautiful smile. I stand still watching
her and wanting to go to hug her, but with a gentle motion of her right hand, she lets me know
I must continue the run.
And with newfound strength, I begin to run once again.
I am no longer feeling scared or lonely because now I know my mother's loving eyes are watching me...
I can't stop,
I can't stop,
I can't stop.
In my dream, I kept running and I woke up before I ever reached my destination.
However, I think my destination was reached the moment I heard my mother's voice. Seeing her
in my dream is what I needed during this time. I continue to struggle with my health and many
times I find myself feeling hopeless. I know I must continue to be strong.
I can't stop,
keep running!
Thanks for reading my beautiful people!
Much Love,
Lori Novo
❤
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