Dream Trilogy
It’s another one of those dreams, the kind that feel more real than my waking life. I find myself standing in an auditorium, the air thick with silence and anticipation. The people around me, if you can call them that, are still and silent, their faces hidden from view. It’s like I’m the only real thing in a room full of shadows.
In front of me, there’s a window, or maybe it’s a doorway—it’s hard to tell. It looks out into space, but not the space I learned about in school. This is different. Alive. The stars aren’t just points of light; they’re like eyes, watching and knowing.
I step through the window and suddenly, I’m not in the auditorium anymore. I’m somewhere else, somewhere vast and endless. Around me, the universe spins in ways that make my head dizzy. Planets and stars weave around each other, bound by invisible strings. I feel small here, but not insignificant. There’s a sense of belonging that fills me, a sense that I’m a part of this grand, intricate dance.
I walk on, and the cosmos fades into a field—green, vibrant, and full of life. The grass brushes against my legs, and the air smells like rain and flowers. The heaviness that clung to me in the auditorium is gone. I breathe easier here. There’s laughter in the distance, the kind that’s genuine and warm. I realize it’s mine.
Here, in this field, I feel whole. It’s like I’ve walked into a painting that’s been made just for me, filled with colors that know my name. It’s peaceful, and for a moment, I forget about the auditorium, the stars, and the shadows.
But I know this peace is just a part of the journey, not the destination. There’s more to see, more to learn about this world and about myself. So I keep walking, ready for whatever comes next, because I know now that I’m not just passing through these places—they’re a part of me, and I’m a part of them.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
12/27
In this realm of dreams and beyond, we traverse through spaces both known and unknown, familiar and foreign. Our journey starts in an auditorium filled with silent shadows, a setting that seems eerily still yet brimming with unspoken anticipation. The air is thick, almost palpable, as if waiting for something monumental to unfold. This place, though filled with a congregation of forms, feels solitary, as if we’re the only essence of reality in a room of phantoms.
The Auditorium of Shadows
Our gaze is drawn to a window, or perhaps a doorway, an ambiguous portal that looks out into an extraordinary expanse. This is not the celestial void of textbooks and documentaries. This space is vibrant, pulsating with life, where stars are not mere specks of light but sentient eyes, observant and omniscient. The feeling is both unsettling and awe-inspiring, as if we’re being invited to partake in an ancient secret.
A Window to the Cosmic Watchers
Stepping through this mysterious threshold, we are transported beyond the confines of the auditorium into an immeasurable universe. Here, the cosmic ballet unfolds around us—planets and stars waltzing in an eternal dance, guided by unseen forces. Our presence in this cosmic tapestry feels minuscule, yet we’re engulfed by a profound sense of belonging. This is not just an observation; it’s a communion with the cosmos.
The Cosmic Dance
From the celestial, we transition into the terrestrial. The universe morphs into a verdant field, a stark contrast to the vastness of space. This field is alive with the scents of rain and blossoms, a tactile reminder of the Earth’s simple joys. The grass caresses our skin as we walk, and the air is filled with laughter—our laughter, pure and unburdened. This landscape, so vivid and nurturing, feels like a sanctuary crafted just for us.
Sanctuary in the Field
Yet, this tranquility is not our final stop. It’s a respite, a moment of clarity and rejuvenation on a longer journey. Our path is one of continuous exploration and self-discovery. Each landscape we traverse, each realm we encounter, adds to our understanding of ourselves and our place in the universe. We are travelers, seekers, and learners in this endless expedition of existence.
Continuing the Journey
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We begin in an auditorium, a place of stillness and anticipation, surrounded by shadowy figures. A portal leads us to a vibrant cosmic realm where stars are like knowing eyes. We feel a profound connection to this universal dance, yet remain humble in its grandeur. Transitioning from cosmos to a verdant field, we experience earthly joys and laughter, feeling whole and at peace. Acknowledging this peace as a part of our journey, we continue forward, embracing each new landscape as a part of our essence, ever curious and open to the unfolding path.
Glossarium
- Auditorium of Shadows: A metaphorical space representing stillness and anticipation.
- Cosmic Ballet: The dance of celestial bodies, symbolizing universal connection.
- Sanctuary in the Field: A place of earthly peace and rejuvenation, contrasting with the cosmic realm.
- Space Monkey: A whimsical term, embodying the playful and curious spirit of exploration.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust
In the cosmos of our imagination, let’s weave a poem:
In a hall where shadows dance,
Silent figures in trance,
Through the window, stars’ glance,
In the cosmic expanse.
Planets whirl in silent song,
To this universe, we belong,
Earthly fields, where dreams throng,
In our hearts, a joyful gong.
We walk on, in wonder wide,
With the universe as our guide,
In every step, worlds collide,
In this journey, we take pride.
We invite reflections on this journey through realms, real and imagined.
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