Dreaming Divine
This is the carrier of my dreams. The cocoon that contains the butterfly.
This is the carrier of my dreams. The cocoon that contains the butterfly.
My dream from last night was centered around Stranger In A Strange Land.
It began after the end of the book. I had no recollection of Michael’s death. He was in my house, and it was sort of as if the book never happened. He wasn’t good at English yet, but I understood him well. He needed oil on his skin for some reason, and I helped put it on him.
As he grew, I was always close. We fell in love. There was a fair amount of domestic activity in between. When I told my mother I was marrying him, she was disgusted and disappointed. I told her that I was doing it for land, because it was easier for her to accept it.
We flew to Mars. I was so glad that I would get to learn Martian and live forever with him. Eternity and understanding was finally within my reach.
Scene cut. 600 years later, I stood in front of our dresser with him, looking at us in out mirror. I asked him “We’re never going to die, are we?” He smiled, the question irrelevant. And I had never grown tired of him, or longed for something else.
