Hey, Love ~
It’s 4.30am and for some reason I have woken-up from a dream that I can’t quite fathom. Maybe if I write down what I saw and felt, it will help to make it clearer to me – and maybe you could throw some ideas my way as well. The dream took place in what I can only imagine to be medieval times. I was a warrior for my tribe who was at war with another tribe. I had been trained to be a warrior from the first day I could walk, and I knew ‘what to do when’ to bring down an enemy. In the dream, a new soldier arrived in our ranks, but he would always stay at the back of the troop and would never look anyone in the eye when they spoke. He was very ‘guarded’ and also would never wash or bathe naked in-front of us – in-fact he would sit behind the trees out of sight when we bathed after a battle or even just as a way to start the day fresh. In the dream, a companion of mine asked the warrior, “Why are you so shy? Why don’t you speak with us, enjoy a keg of beer and be merry when the time for it arrives?” He would reply, “I am a trained warrior and I do not tangle my emotions. If there was a battle upfront and you needed to fight, it would not help if you were struggling with a hangover.” Of course, I thought this was a good answer although I never spoke to him about it; I just let him stick to his ‘sword’ because we did not have guns, of course. In the dream some months went by, and I then found myself on the riverbank behind the trees, wanting to take a dip in the water alone. As I stepped out from behind the tree, I saw the warrior who did not speak with us much. He was not a he at all, he was a she! I remember feeling overwhelmed, especially considering I had seen her fight before – wow. Anyhow, I grew courage and decided to ‘happen upon’ her – I walked to the water and stripped down. She stayed in the water so I would not see her body. I knew she would not step out for me to see, otherwise I’d know she was a woman. I decided to get clever and shouted, “Wolf, over there! Where are your clothes, comrade?” Instinctively she stood up, to see where the wolf was, thus exposing her naked ‘female’ body. I gasped, of course – she really was beautiful. As she looked around she suddenly realised what she had done, and so sunk back into the water again. “It’s okay,” I said, “your secret is safe with me, I won’t tell the others.” She then stepped out of the water, quite boldly so – “Look the other way!” she demanded. Which I did. Once she was dressed she spoke again – “So, do you think I’m worth less than a man?” “No, not at all,” I replied. “We could ride together, if you like?” I then offered. She did not have a friend in the world, it seemed. So, she simply nodded her head, mounted her horse, and onward we went without exchanging anymore words. In my dream more time passed, until we were on the brink of a major deciding battle. The day of battle was three days away and we were all training and preparing our defences – we were not attackers, we were defenders. That night we lay together in our tent – just two ‘men’ talking about defence tactics. Remember, no one else knew she was a woman. Soon we began to speak of our past and childhood, and it was not long before we realised we had a bond that was more than just verbal – and so we ended up making love in the tent. Because we were to be fighting in the same line of battle, we then agreed on something. We agreed that if one of us were to see the other about to be slain by an enemy, we would thrust our sword into them so that we die by ‘love and honour’ and not by humiliation from the enemy. We agreed on this, and we also agreed that we would not only end the other’s life, but we’d use the same sword to end ours as well. Indeed we had fallen in love and living without each other did not seem like any life worth living. She was, after all, the first woman I ever made love to. On the third day, the horn sounded and we lined up for battle. The enemy was atop the hill. The woman and I (I do not know a name for her in my dream) decided we would advance, but then we would create a distraction for the enemy’s frontline men. We would charge ahead and then separate, left and right, knowing they would follow us, thus lessening the ‘good fighters’ on the enemy’s frontline. The battle began and we did as we said we would. But, when I looked back to see which direction she’d gone in, I saw she was being chased. Not only that, but she had lost a stirrup and was only secured to her horse with one, making it difficult for her to balance. I was being followed by three men. I looked across and saw she’d gone over the hill, into enemy territory. I managed to duck under some low lying trees, which saw two of the three enemies chasing me struck by branches, and thrown from their horses. The third became distracted by another warrior from my tribe, and left me to go on. All I could think about was the promise I’d made to my love, and I raced off in the direction she’d gone, hoping with all of my being that she was still okay. My heart shattered, though, and my rage grew so immense when I saw her horse run toward me without her. I scanned the land, only to see another horse at the foot of the forest. I could make out two figures, and so I raced over to them. I arrived just in time. The enemy had his word raised, about to strike down on her. She had broken her leg from falling when her horse refused to jump a stump. I never said a word. Instead I rode up behind them, jumped from my horse then drew my sword. She was on her knees, ready to take the enemy’s strike. Of course I wanted to save her, but then three enemies approached us from behind as well, which only spurred horrid cackling laughter from the soldier about to slay my woman. “Now?” I said softly as I stood behind her. “Yes,” she said, as she stretched her arms backwards and held onto my hips. Over the top of her head, I pulled my sword down, with her body pressed up on mine, and I thrust the sword over and through her chest – straight through hers and into mine. We collapsed on top of one another and we passed this way, as close as we could ever be, leaving the enemy to stupidly laugh – they certainly had no idea how deep our love was, and would not ever understand the significance of the trust we had for one another. I told her I would not lot her die at the hand of an enemy, and that without her there would be no point for me to be around – we kept our promise. I woke-up from this dream when we were together in a cloud of Nebula gas in Space – so deep in space that no one could find us. The cloud felt like cotton-wool, so soft, and little bursts of light that ran through the clouds would fill us with softness and warmth as we lay there together, looking out over the entire dark Universe, with nothing else left to do but hold one another and love one another. And then I woke-up. I do dream of ‘out there’ things from time to time, but his was different. To me the whole message was about trust – that when you are in love and you say you will be there to protect your mate and even die with them if necessary, you’ll do just that. I think this is the kind of trust I am looking for in life – that my mate won’t let me fall to actions or even thoughts of the enemy; that we both know that we will do whatever we can to be there for each other in the end, and that we will pass through to the next life together, even at the cost of our own life, if that’s what it takes to ensure that our lives do not become lost to any kind of enemy. I’m sure this dream could be analysed by dream-analysts! They’d have a field day with all the symbolism and metaphors! But, to me, it was about trust – that if you say you will be there for someone, that you do just that. I think this is the deepest kind of love anyone could ever find. While it was just a dream, I sit here awake now (it’s 5.30am already), and wonder if I will ever finally meet this woman, who – at first – would have me fooled into thinking she was something else (a man even), but life would give us the opportunity to reveal ourselves to each other, and when we realise the dynamic bond, it would be all that matters. So, do you consider yourself a dream-analyst? What do you think about the story, or am I going mad in the cold? Hah! I’m kind of glad we rather have ‘cyber wars’ these days instead of using weapons and dying, although there’s still the saying ‘sticks and stones’; I do feel that words can hurt so much these days, but I’m learning to practise ignorance to things that aim only to bring me down. I look for the positive and ignore the negative, and I stay out of harm’s way. Anyhow, I’m going to get the coffee going and take a quick shower. It will be light soon, and I want to get to planting my trees! I may even name them – I think I will name one of them after you as well. Looking forward to your response when you have a moment; if you want to reply to my story – if not, that’s fine, too. I know you’re busy. Thinking of you, loving you.
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