Imagine yourself in a time that has long since passed us. A time when your feet took you everywhere you needed to go, unless you were fortunate enough to own a horse. It’s a time we like to read about, dream about, watch movies about. A time we generally romanticize filled with valiant men and beautiful princesses. This is the world that occupied my dreams last night.
My dream began in the middle of a journey, as dreams tend to do. I was sitting on the back of a horse searching for something precious. I don’t know what this thing is or where I would find it, I only knew that it was important and must be found. The details become fuzzy because my wakeful mind is less inclined to remember the details of my dreams. I know I was not alone but I can tell you nothing of my companions. We found the object that we searched for and quickly attained it. In my dream this object seemed odd and anything but precious. It was a white grey disk about the size of my palm. It reminded me of an oversized coin though it was smooth and void of markings. Nothing about it seemed precious, important or worth any risk of danger but it hummed with significance. With every good story the battle was far from over; our journey was only half over. The new battle was to return to safety, return the object to it’s rightful place; this is where my dream begins to weigh heavily on my conscious.
Whomever we plundered the item from chased us back to a vast city. Our destination lay in the courtyard of the city. We raced our way through tight city streets; pushing through tight crowds and finally surrendering our horses to the chaos, ran on foot. I broke through the crowd and there stood the monument. It was a landing made of white cobblestone and a monolith like a chimney rose from the opposite side of the circle, a shallow clear pool of water surrounded the whole structure. When we arrived the city center was crowded but our pursuers where close behind. Here my dream becomes clear and muddy all at once.
I remember stumbling towards the structure, losing my footing and tumbling to the ground watching the disk flip in the air landing softly into the clear water. Everything seems to go silent, no one moved, no one spoke and the water began to glow. Slowly a crown fit for a princess began to lift out of the water. It appeared to be made of clear cool ice, it had no color and the wavy appearance clear water takes on as it freezes. The crown was accompanied by what appeared to be the white, icy outline of a flower, an origami anomaly. As the crown settled itself down in the center of the cobblestone, tears filled my eyes and my heart swelled. Again I knew something someone never told me, this crown was for me and it was from my King. I lurched forward my view blurry and my steps uncertain as I waded through the water and knelt before the crown. It was too small for my head and certainly would never fit properly but this was not a thought in my dream only a conscious realization as I woke. Without hesitation I lifted the small princess crown and marveled at its simplicity, its clear solid touch. As tears fell down my face I began to sing to my King, the words I don’t remember, but I sang of love that ran deep and lasted forever as I placed the crown on my own head. It slowly stretched and grew to fit comfortably and perfectly on my head. There were whispers and stirring in the crowd but I was only aware of two people.
The first was a man standing outside the pool of water; he is standing in front of me and to my right. Delight dances across his bearded face. I have seen him before in my dreams and always the details of his face are obscured in my wakefulness. He is always calm and still. Love seems to dance about in his presence and there is always joy when he is around. I know it is for him that I cry and sing. I know that the crown is a gift from him. Then my mother is standing behind me and to my left and though the crowd is full of commotion I hear her voice clearly as the crown settles upon my head. Though she stands far away her voice sounds like a whisper in my ear “You know something of being a princess don’t you Katie.”
