Last night I had a dream that there were three perfect lights. They were my world and I needed nothing else. The lights hovered in the air and provided everything I needed. Soon though, the world began to change.
The three lights were joined by hundreds if not thousands of smaller pink lights. And other vague shapes began to form.
It soon became apparent that I was inside of a large space. Something like a small circus tent. The strange shapes formed into giant poles wrapped in pink. The sheathed poles stretched to the ceiling of the tent and were connected with strands of the little pink lights.
Suddenly an audience appeared from no where. They sat in long rows and chatted with each other. I could feel a sort of tension in the room as the audience waited for something big to happen.
Soon a beautiful goddess appeared and began to dance with a sword in her hand. As she whirled and swung the sword around her, the little pink lights could be seen to flash reflections off of the polished blade.
Suddenly and army of women with pink hair rushed into the tent and frightened the beautiful sword dancer away. The intruders swept around the interior of the tent until they had chased the entire audience out through the doors and into the world beond.
And then all was quiet and I found myself alone inside the giant tent. Alone with the towering pink poles and the little pink lights. Alone, I found myself longing for the three perfect lights again.
It was a strange dream but, then aren't they all?
tim mcmurdo 