I’ve been thinking about a dream I had on the 16th. The part that really stuck with me was the end where I was looking through a glass as my worried compatriots tried to warn me of something that I couldn’t understand. I wrote it down, the disjointed bits I could remember:
Here the dream took the turn which has haunted me this morning. I think there was another warning against the lamia, or what seemed the preamble to another warning, when I was separated from the others. Looking at them through a glass, I think the wise one spoke, but I know not what. They were trying to explain something to me. The scientist asked me if I could tell if the world was ending if a meteor were to strike. I thought about it, and said I could calculate it, given the size of the meteor. He seemed to despair at my answer. A woman, who seemed the most desperate of them, was trying to explain what I was before I was a part of the organization we were in, a garbage man, but then, alluding to the wilderness with the aliens, she kept on, saying man itself was a mere ape before the aliens.
And I awoke, slowly, with the image of them in the glass, and the glass seemingly a mirror. And I prayed.
If it is a meaningful dream, I do not know what the meaning is.
Tale Told 