A Dream

It’s night-time in my dream. The One Goddess, she who is all Goddesses, sits cross-legged and serene, on a sand dune. The moon is full over the ocean and the atmosphere is charged with magic. A very tall, very slender, wraith-like creature glides up the dune. I know her to be my sexuality. The One Goddess says to her, “Good, I’ve been looking for you. I have some tasks for you.”

I wake up into the reality of my darkened bedroom and a cramp in my left leg. For some reason, although the dream was nothing but beauty and magic, the dream has left me spooked. I’m haunted by the image of the wraith-like creature who represented my sexuality. I half expect to see her hiding in the shadows in a corner of my room. I don’t know why this frightens me, but it does. I toss and turn and try to stretch the cramp out of my leg for a while with no success, so I decide to get up and shower in the hopes that it will soothe me. I check my cellphone to see what the time is. 4:08am. No man’s hour. The night owls are usually tucked into bed at this hour and the early birds still slumber. I, however, am in the shower, laid out horizontal in the bathtub letting the water pour over my body. I’m dwelling on the figure of my sexuality. Why is she physically the antithesis of me? So tall and slender, where I am short and full of curves; pale and airy where I am substantial and earthy. Her blonde hair, her translucent skin so different from my easy-tan complexion and dark hair. And she so timid! A gust of wind would have swept her away. I try to reassure myself that a visual manifestation of an aspect of self can easily take on an image one would not expect.

I’m perplexed, too, that the Goddess has been seeking my sexuality and wants to put her to work. Surely it’s my sexuality which is fore-front and hardest at work at this point in my life?