Now this morning I told my Lord of my dream of the night before. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I sat upon a throne of flowers, and did not move. And though others called for help, I did not go to aid them. For in the centre of the room two figures lay, both shrouded in their feathers. And it was from deep within the shadows that I watched them sleep.”
Category: The Dreams Of The Waiting Prince
The Ninety Ninth Dream Of The Waiting Prince
This morning I told my Lord of last night’s dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream a woman floated upon a cloud of ash, borne up on draughts of burning air, her face awash with joy. And on the ground, I stood and watched, my face awash with tears. For she was me, and I was her, and there was nowhere we could go.”
The Ninety Eighth Dream Of The Waiting Prince
This morning I spoke to my Lord of my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I showed to you the cracks in the paint upon the walls. And in this dream I showed to you the blemishes upon the stone, unseen beneath the paint, around which the cracks did form. And in this dream I showed to you the causes of these blemishes upon the stones, caused by unnoticed imperfections in the rocks from which they were carved. And down and down I went, showing you the knowledge of the depths that could be discerned from the observation of the surface, the materials laid beneath the paint, the tools with which the materials were made, the people who wielded the tools, the whole history of the world and how all its disparate pieces came to be, mistakes built upon mistakes built upon mistakes. But throughout all this, you simply slept.”
The Ninety Seventh Dream Of The Waiting Prince
This morning I spoke to my Lord my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I watched the saplings flower in the soil. And in this dream I watched the painters paint their colours across the walls. And in this dream I watched the dancers moving beneath the light of the sun. And in this dream I watched the dressmakers wrap their robes around the shoulders of the revellers. And in this dream I watched the fireworks illuminate the sky. And in this dream I simply sat and watched the spectacle before me, let it breathe and be free, without caging the event in the judgement of my words, without trapping what I saw in ink upon the page, an echo of an echo persisting for untold eternities to come.”
The Ninety Sixth Dream Of The Waiting Prince
Now this morning I told my Lord of last night’s dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And this dream was of such delicate beauty I am loathe to speak of it aloud, lest with the clumsiness of my words I break it into pieces upon the floor.”
The Ninety Fifth Dream Of The Waiting Prince
Now this morning I recounted to my Lord last night’s dream. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream everything was joy, and pride, and delirium, and noise, and all of it was found in the infinite expanse of my ever beating heart.”
The Ninety Fourth Dream Of The Waiting Prince
This morning I told my Lord of my most recent dream. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I crouched beside a river, washing clothes in its waters. And as I washed these clothes, I heard behind me a whisper. And as I washed these clothes, I heard behind me a cry. And as I washed these clothes, I heard behind me a call. And as I washed these clothes, I heard behind me a shout. And as I washed these clothes, I felt fists strike down upon my back. And as I washed these clothes, I felt the blades pierce my heart. And as I washed these clothes, I felt the blows beat against my soul. Yet still I washed the clothes, for the stains remained upon the fabric. And I wash them still, though long since did the stains fade away. And I wash them still, though long since did I wake. And I wash them still, though long since is it I had any need for them.”
The Ninety Third Dream Of The Waiting Prince
And this morning, I told my Lord my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I looked upon the jewels of your crown, the jewels of your throne, and the jewels of your life. And I knew the history of every one. As bright as the stars above, as red as the blood that once spilled from your throat, and down the steps, and across the hall, and over the edges of the precipice, to fall on the clouds below, to be scattered on the wind, and across the realms, and never be seen again. And my tears joined them.”
The Ninety Second Dream Of The Waiting Prince
Now this morning I told my Lord of last night’s dream. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I stood before the mirrors of this room, and studied my face in the glass. And slowly, so slowly, I began to recognise it as my own.”
The Ninety First Dream Of The Waiting Prince
This morning I spoke to my Lord, and told him of my most recent dream. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream a ghost followed in my footsteps. And in this dream a memory followed in the footsteps of a ghost. And in this dream a story followed in the footsteps of a memory. And in this dream a wish followed in the footsteps of a story. And in this dream, I followed in the footsteps of a wish.”