In the early morning of August 12th I awoke with determination to get out of the dream I was having. The doors and windows were open to the perpetrator’s shadows and his breath filled all the rooms, filled my head with fear. All of my own wind stolen, i stood frozen. A voice, my own, was suddenly so loud in my head as It called out “wake up, wake up and breathe… it is just a dream.”. And so I did, painfully at first.. It had been very painful for my dream self to get out of bed and go into the kitchen and now it was painful to wrench that dreaming consciousness out of the kitchen and back into the bed and into the real world… The world in which I was with my cats. The three of us alone in the tightly locked house.
I can’t imagine what my sister must have been feeling, face to face with the stranger at the back door. And although this was my second intruder dream this summer i know the events were unrelated… My fears manifesting from the big empty woods and the lonely chirping of crickets. Her experience perhaps the result of where humanity fails everyday to live with our hearts open first before listening to and believing our duplicit minds…