Category: The Dreams Of The Waiting Prince

The Forty Ninth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

So this morning my Lord spoke to me, of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I spoke with the Silenced Few, and the Silenced Many, and the Silenced One, and told them of my dreams. And in response the Silenced Few replied, not in words, but colours. Pink, blue, green, gold. Purple, red, grey, yellow. White. Black. Silver. Smoke. And in response the Silenced Many replied, not in words, but in animals. Butterflies, birds, fish, beetles, ants. And in response the Silenced One replied, not in words, but in sensations. The reflection of light on the ceiling above a pool. The shadows of leaves upon the curtains of a concealed room. Milk dispersing in a glass of water. Blood welling from a pricked finger. Static induced by the pressure placed upon a closed eye. Migraine decoherence. Nostalgic blur. Faded smile. Sparks from an extinguished fire. Silence. Void.”

The Forty Seventh Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning my Lord told me of his dream of the night before. And he said, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I listened to those wiser than myself, who had come here to the High Palace to impart to me their wisdom. But each time they spoke, I was forced to cut the tongues from their mouths, for the silence of these halls is sacrosanct, and without it I shall never have the solitude in which to meditate successfully upon their words.”

The Forty Sixth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

And this morning my Lord told me of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream the advisors of my circle instructed me on how best to serve my people. And in this dream I listened to their counsel. And in this dream I acted upon their words. And in this dream I left behind my dignity. And in this dream I lived a lifetime. And in this dream I wept. And from this dream, I gladly woke.”

The Forty Fifth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

This morning my Lord recounted to me his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I took the form of a fish, and swam through the seas of the world. And I took the form of a bird and flew through the skies of the world. And I took the form of a horse and ran through the fields of the world. And I took the form of a man, and slept through the history of the world.”

The Forty Fourth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now my Lord recounted to me his most recent dream. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, my Mother said to me, “My dear son, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream my Father said to me, “My dear daughter, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream my Aunt said to me, “My dear nephew, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream my Uncle said to me, “My dear niece, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream my Grandmother said to me, “My dear grandson, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream my Grandfather said to me, “My dear granddaughter, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream my nursemaid said to me, “My dear ward, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, a ghost looked at me, and seemed to speak, but whatever it was she said, I could not hear.”

The Forty Third Dream Of The Waiting Prince

This morning my Lord told me of his most recent dream. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, my father crossed the Jagged Bridge in search of me. And I came to meet him, my arms held wide in the gesture of equals, yet he walked on as if he did not see me. And on his return, the same thing occurred once more.”

The Forty Second Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning my Lord spoke to me, and recounted softly his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And I was naked, and alone, as I washed away my sins in the Lake Of Thought, beneath the Glass Tower, beneath the First Moon, beneath the Second Sun, beneath the Third Eye, beneath the Fourth Wheel, beneath the Fifth Arm, beneath the Sixth Spiral, beneath the Seventh Shell, beneath the Eight Emptiness, beneath the Ninth Vein. And into this sacred chamber came the Lady Of The Silver Hair, clad only in a robe of silk, the colour of blood, the colour of dusk, the colour of winter berries, the colour of sand, the colour of spring blossom, the colour of wine, the colour of death, the colour of life, the colour of the oldest sun, the colour of the newest star, the colour of her lips, the colour of her tongue, the colour of her searing eyes, the colour of her aborted child, the colour of her robe of silk. And as she stepped into the bathing pool to join me, she dissolved, step by step, until all that was left of her was that robe itself, floating towards me, arms outstretched, across the still waters of the pool.”

The Forty First Dream Of The Waiting Prince

This morning my Lord recounted to me his most recent dream. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And this dream took the form of a conversation between old friends, and we recounted events from our distant pasts, in which we revealed to each other our most intimate secrets. Yet every word that slipped from my lips was a lie.”