Do you believe in dreams?
I had this dream.
It is the middle of night, am I dreaming? Perched on the foot of my bed is a winged intruder. I have this strange feeling of déjà vu. My vision is clearing the intruder is an angel, that would explain how it got in here with the door locked and the apartment on the thirteenth floor. I understand that angels are capable of flight; also if I am dreaming anything is possible. Cogito ego sum or je pense donc je suis, I am dreaming I am not multilingual, I think therefore I am, I must be wide awake because I recognize this bloke invading my space.
“ G’day Gabriel what are you doing in Aussie? I inquire.
“I am like the Blues Brothers Jack, I am on a mission from God.”
“More like you are Down-under up to mischief as usual.” fearlessly I tell him.
“I am here to save God’s children; you still carry the sins of your convict fathers.”
I ignore this remark and hit him with one below the belt.
“Are you going to pollinate any virgin flowers this time?” I ask defiantly.
“You got it all wrong that was the Holy Ghost Jack, have you no faith?”
“I suppose the world is ready for another prophet, Mahomet’s poetic words are being undermined by terrorists.” I reply cynically.
“Exactly the world is in a devastating situation.” He says giving me a pleading look.
Here we go again, I Imagine I got that old feeling, this music is going round in my head, like a haunting refrain. All I can think to say to Gabriel is in Olivia Newton John’s song, “Please mister please I don’t want to ever hear that song again.”
“What song? Amazing Grace you like all the feeling in that one.” He said in his coaxing angelic voice.
“I know what your mission is, to find another prophet like Mahomet or Jesus. No way, Jesus was literally, double crossed, and there’s been nothing but problems since that apple episode in the garden.” Having said that I stop and think, they still have dire straits in Iraq, it is said that was the site of the garden of Eden. I must be coming down with industrial disease or something. I plug-in some music, roll over and to the sound of music and go back to sleep.
Next morning I think maybe I have turned down my big chance but I believe it was all a dream. In the light of day I know I am not a butterfly dreaming I am a man. In China a man dreamt he was a butterfly, next day he thought am I a butterfly dreaming I am man. I have read of other similar cases, a man dreamt he was in a garden, picks a flower and when he woke up he has the flower in his hand. There are people who believe in dreams and people who do not. Do you believe the dream I had or do you think am I crazy or just fabricating this story to get you thinking?