FOUR: THE DREAM OF THE FALLEN CITIES

That was a long ago dream. There was another in the dream and it was a dream of a fallen city at night. There had been some problem, - well, problem to say the least. The city was in ashes and there were large machines, like malevolent robots of some sort, roaming about. The other person in the dream told me to get down when I tried to get up and look around. So odd, so impossibly odd and peculiar. I didn’t know what was what, and had no context, no point of reference. The other seemed to know, and was nice enough. I mean, the end of the world or civilization is not a time to worry about niceties but still, he seemed kind. There are many who are not and I have seen those two, in dreams and in waking reality. So, there was the feeling of orange. I am just reporting, you know? Why there was orange I don’t know. It felt real, not like a dream, but we need to use language. It always stayed with me. Jung calls them, I forget the tern, but defines a type of dream that stays always in memory for its impression, for its deep result. It was like that for sure. I wonder if I shall ever meet him. Maybe it is in a past life. Perhaps it is in a future life. Or, it could be an alternate time-line that was avoided. How is one to know now, though everything happens in the same timeless-time? That dream was long ago, and I suppose there were others, I know there were others.