When I awoke the next morning, a cab was already waiting for me. Esme had arranged an early flight and it was she and not The Professor who saw me out to the coach. Supposedly he had taken ill last night, but when I looked back at the house I saw him gazing at me through his bedroom window, reminding me of my dream.
It was not the first time the lion with the mechanical eye had paid me a visit in my sleep. He has been an occasional nocturnal companion of mine since childhood. The first time I dreamed of him he stood in the heavens, and as I looked up he parted the clouds. At the time I believed that he was God. I now believe that my perception was influenced by an active imagination and popular children's books.
Still, the lion always gives advice, and like that naive child I always feel compelled to follow it. I reason that it is my subconscious and not God that directs me, so following the course set by the lion is a...rational thing to do. After all, he has never steered me wrong. At least not until he sent me on that walk through the jungle in Peru.
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Sunday, September 16, 2012
A Strange Dream
That night I dreamed of a lion with a mechanical eye. He told me that in Paris I would find my quest. He showed me a city street lined with shops. Colorful shops with warm light spilling from their windows. But the street was cold and I started to shiver.
He then told me to put my face in his mane and count to ten. I did this, and when I looked up we stood in a forest in front of a little cottage. Snow was falling all around us, but inside the cottage a woman was sitting at a bench, her back turned, tinkering with a small metal object. Beside her was a fireplace, and next to that, a little boy.
A light in the attic turned on, and I could see a man sitting in front of the window, typing on a machine. It was The Professor working on a book. I wondered why he and Esme weren't at his home, and who the little boy was. I looked more closely at the child, and suddenly I knew. Though in life I had no children, in the dream I recognized the boy as mine.
I looked again at the woman, thinking, "please let her be me, please, please make her me!" Then she began to turn around, and I woke up.
He then told me to put my face in his mane and count to ten. I did this, and when I looked up we stood in a forest in front of a little cottage. Snow was falling all around us, but inside the cottage a woman was sitting at a bench, her back turned, tinkering with a small metal object. Beside her was a fireplace, and next to that, a little boy.
A light in the attic turned on, and I could see a man sitting in front of the window, typing on a machine. It was The Professor working on a book. I wondered why he and Esme weren't at his home, and who the little boy was. I looked more closely at the child, and suddenly I knew. Though in life I had no children, in the dream I recognized the boy as mine.
I looked again at the woman, thinking, "please let her be me, please, please make her me!" Then she began to turn around, and I woke up.
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