the Dream of Ideas (temporary title)

A Story by fatimasque

"i knew Ideas could speak, it was news to find out they could also dream"

“I had a dream.” simply stated; and though i knew Ideas could speak, it was news to find out they could also dream. i had thought dreams were the privilge only of the living, the moving, the waking.

“I had been asleep, and you came to me. Stepping out of historic red brick, having been cocooned like caterpillars as you tend to do”

The world above us was a twilight of time, Japanese shame against pride and European inquisitiveness against egotism; history passed on above as we sat face to face. i found that even in my moment of sorrow, the pain crackled free and joined the stars, emulating their shine. i said nothing, and let the ideas take lead, bringing their dream of me to waking- so i woke.

Did you know that the primal role of a leader is to stand first in the face of adversity and danger, to take the blame, offer only his name. This is what it means to stand at the frontiers; it is to protect.

Ideas kept leading as our day gave into evening; the lanterns of time brightened as I borrowed to the best of my being their wisdom to understand the dream of Ideas, images and pictures i could not decipher.

i am simpleton, man passing through and leaving without so much of a trace other than carbon footprints- the break of marriage between populations and mother nature.

Ideas continued telling the tale of the dream “I could not understand the sadness in your eyes, it had reminded me of the Yangtze flood not long ago; as though you couldn’t understand if you had nothing or everything”. i felt my eyes react like the stillness of a lake so deep where disturbance from below will never reach the surface. Ideas could see the tension, something dormant curled at the depths. Meanwhile i continued soldeiring through, smiling like i do, and the Ideas paused to let me know, “It broke my heart”.

It pressed on, like it could not let me go, until the dream came to its climatic conclusion, like the calling of any good story. “You were still poised and smiling but you had a layer of fire!” We were side by side now, Ideas and i, hearts together broken, dreams awake. “Blue and red flames blazing around you, almost on a perfect oval like you're trapped in a bubble. I was taken aback but relieved, and woke up from the dream at ease”.

At unease. i am simpleton, hardly even a syllable in some grand epic, forgotten and inconsequential- barely an element in the union of seasons and destiny- they would continue to intertwine just the same, had i entered life or not.

History kept passing from above, a twilight of french ideals, suicidal samurai, wall street crashing- poverty flooding, greed and the Queen in victory.

“I could not figure out why that was a pleasant image until just a while ago; when Ibn alRumi had passed above us, earlier today. I think you're not trapped my dear. I think you're protected, clamshelled, and you'll come out when you're ready, and the world will be happy to see you.”

© 2014 fatimasque

Author's Note

This is only a first draft, as i am in exploration to writing anecdotes, and this is only my second story/ moment. so comments and the such are welcome, as i'm wanting to grow in this 'genre'.

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"At unease. i am simpleton, hardly even a syllable in some grand epic, forgotten and inconsequential- barely an element in the union of seasons and destiny- they would continue to intertwine just the same, had i entered life or not.
History kept passing from above, a twilight of french ideals, suicidal samurai, wall street crashing- poverty flooding, greed and the Queen in victory. "
The above lines are amazing. You could expand with just them thoughts to great story and tale. The mind is a wild thing. Cannot be controlled unless we want.I enjoyed the story. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
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