The Queen of the Universe Asks, "What Do You Want?"
The Queen of the Universe Awaits For My Answer
We Dream Every Night, Some Dreams Stay
The topic of dreams is one that us human explorers would like to understand.
There are many books written and inscribed from ancient times, pamphlets, videos and even encyclopedias about dreams.
Some dreams are our motor idling while we are at rest. Many of our humanoid systems, including some dreams carry solutions to problems we are pondering. There are dreams that are terror filled; called nightmares, and then there are dreams which are considered prophetic.
Prophetic dreams are not necessarily straight forward, but for me; when they are in color, and I remember them for days, months and years, they are meaningful.
I have had vivid three dimensional dreams where people I eventually met were viewed.
In 1987 I dreamed of scrubby, cheap apartments which had flat screen televisions, adhering to the wall, way before they came out.
Life changing, blood boosting, miraculous, last night I dreamed...
She Sat in the Divine Hostess Interviewer Chair
...I dreamed that I was sitting on a set of a show, but it was not a television show of this world.
Everything was pastel. The only beings visible, were me and god. She was a she.
The best I can describe her is that she reminded me of , except she is light skinned. She is a large woman, who was dressed modestly. Her 1974 eyeglasses perched on the end of her nose. The glasses had those jeweled chains that keep the glasses around her neck when she takes them off. Madea
The chains were very silvery and sparkling. The jeweled glasses-chain were the fanciest thing on the set.
God; she had sensible leather shoes with 2" heels. It seemed as if she wore hose.
The set was a platform, carpeted nicely, with no seams showing. The chairs we both sat in were in horseshoe shapes, sort of like hands. At first, I was way back into the chair. It swallowed me, while She sat perched on the edge of her chair, focusing on me. There were no walls, no curtains, just this place, us, our chairs and the clipboard.
She had a clipboard in her hand, pen ready in her hand waiting for me to answer one simple question: "What did I want?".
It seems the entire show was about the question she must have asked me centuries ago. The hundreds of years of excuses and fear that kept me from asking for what I really wanted had come to a head. For me, there was not a crossroad, because I would never choose to sell out for something un-eternal. For me; it was the Queen of the Universe show.
To reiterate; everything was pastel except for what I wore. I had not received a dress code memo, or the announcement that I was going to be invited to God's living room / platform / stage. My blouse was white, my pants were black business casual. My Mary Janes were black, and my not so white, short socks, glared accusingly at me. One sock had a blue ink stain on the top of my arch, that I never paid much attention to before.
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The Interview Chair About Swallowed Me
I Was Not Afraid
It seemed like it took a long time for me to formulate my answer.
I was a guest. I was not afraid, it just took me a long time to formulate the answer.
Some instances during our lives stand out differently than others. Near misses, disasters, accidents, assaults - Times when we are in fight or flight mode. Something which occurs in a flash can be in slow motion in our consciences. Perhaps this is when we are reaching past the alleged 10% of our brains we are said to use.
This was like that. Timeless. Time had no count here.
At first I was sort of swallowed into the chair. My dark hair and eyes, stood out with my black and white clothing. As I considered the answer carefully, I knew for the first time I had no fear of reappraisal or repercussion regarding the Question.
I wanted to be sure, and answer purely.
As I rolled through the credits in my head, I started to sit taller, I did not have to fidget or wiggle, it was just that I was growing up into this chair / platform / place. I came to my full sitting height. I answered; "I want to write full-time and be successful at it."
When I finally gave my answer, it seemed as if there were a universal sigh. It was done. There was no loud clapping, murmuring or anything within sound to know that what I wanted was going to transpire.
The show was done, the Question had been answered in satisfaction to the Universe.
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© 2013 Lori J Latimer
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