For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: dream.
I dream in technicolor with smells, sensations, sounds, all senses. So much so that sometimes I worry about what is happening in the dream and what I should do about it. Then I realize it is a dream.
Other times I know right away that it’s a dream. This one I knew was a dream and it’s closely connected to our reality.
This dream is from August 2018.
I am in a library. There is an archive. I am not allowed in the archive.
There is a man. He listens to me sometimes, but mostly he prefers
that I listen to him. He listens less and less as time goes on. He is
interested in certain topics, but he likes to do the talking. He doesn’t
like or agree with my opinions and prefers that I am silent.
A woman arrives. She is very powerful. Dressed in white, robes, goddess like. She is as tall as the man. They talk and he goes into the archives with her. I am jealous and resigned.
Not sexually, but I am just resigned to males coming first, more of
them have access to the archives, they expect the attention first, they
are rewarded for speaking up where I would be punished for the same
behavior. I am sick of it.
I have a question for the woman. I
wait. I am sitting on a tall stool with a long desk. There are two
chairs to my left, empty, and people in the chairs to my right. There is
a carved wooden screen walling the other side of the desk off: on the
other side are the archives.
I have water. The water is in a bowl. It is to drink and is nourishing and refreshing and it is beautiful too, with herbs and an island of moss in the center. I have drunk enough, and wash my hands in the remaining water.
They come out of the archive. The woman sits by me and the man next to her. I ask my question
when there is an opening. She is interested and will take me into the
archives. The man is not interested in my questions, as usual, and he leaves.
The woman asks for some of the water. I explain that I have washed my
hands in it. More people are coming to talk to her. She pours some into
her bowl. I am afraid she will be distracted by the people and drink it.
I go to get her clean water. I need a pitcher. There is a wall of glass
front cupboards with many sizes and shapes of glasses. I get down a
large one, but it is very ornate and delicate. I want a plain pitcher but I also want to bring her the water right away. I hesitate, looking for something large and plain.
I wake up.