Tales of Times Past

I`m dreaming. I´m standing beside a dried up river bed in a desert like environment. The sand is greyish brown. I feel it under my sandals, as I walk along the riverbed. I`m used to walking on sand. I know how to not get the sand into my shoes. I look over my shoulder. Over there, opposite the river stands a tent. It is white and open on one side. I see a man, dressed in a long white garment. He`s wearing a white turban and he is looking at me. His face expresses sadness. He worries about me. I`m also not happy. I feel incredibly lonely. It rips my heart apart.

Suddenly the scene shifts. Now, I`m hovering above the whole scene. I can see myself. I feel and know that this is me, although I don`t look like myself. I`m tall and I have long brown hair. My skin is a light shade of brown. I move gracefully. I`m wearing dark blue clothes made of very delicate linen. A long shirt and wide pants.

A blond haired woman is sitting next to the man in the tent. She looks as if she would not belong here...

I awake...and I`m astonished at how vividly I remember this dream. Every color, every smell, every touch and every feeling is imprinted on my memory. The dream recurrs several times- but it does not change. It`s always the same eventless scene. Nothing spectacular. Well, at least it wouldn`t be for an outside viewer. But me- I feel the terrible loneliness of that woman. I can hardly breath. It`s so sad. Why does she feel that way?

When I was a child I couldn`t stand seeing anyone being lonely. I even arranged my stuffed animals in groups of two. So that they always had someone to be with, someone to talk with someone who was just there...