It was a dream.
Only a dream, I tell myself.
Or was it?
Was it a whispering of things yet to come?
The voice of the Ether, saying,
Yes, this shall be.
Will these things come to pass?
Or have they already gone by?
These sights, remembered in my waking moment,
Making me smile,
Will I ever see them out of my mind's eye?
After all, it seemed, smelt, felt so real.
The shadows, the cars, the smile on my sleeping face.
Can it be untrue?
Yes, it could, for it was just a dream.
But a good dream.
What's "Ether"?
ReplyDeleteI like it! Yaa but what's "Ether"?
ReplyDeleteThe Ether is sort of like the space between the land of the dead and and that of the living. It is the land of dreams, of things half seen and indistinct. Some sleep researchers think it is a place in you mind, where dreams come from. When you travel through a portal, you touch the Ether. When you meditate, you are "lost in the Ether." Does that answer your question, or make you more confused?
ReplyDeleteMore confused!
DeleteOops, meant to post that as "Maddy", sorry.
ReplyDeleteRead "A Sudden, Wild Magic" by Diana Wynne Jones. That shall clarify.
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