Mary fed Emile on meat jelly.Then she went to bed and had a worse nightmare than she had ever had before.No doubt some News had infected her mind.
From a photo I took of my face in the autumn last year
She was heavily pregnant yet was walking alone through a grey desert full of rocks.And indeed it was utterly deserted with not even a building or a shack in sight..But suddenly her fear increased as she realised she was going into premature labour.A doctor appeared whose face was absolutely invisible.He delivered her child and then indicate wordlessly that it was dead.She lay back on the desert sands feeling full of grief after seeing him toss the body onto a heap of dead children nearby.Where these came from was impossible to know.
After a few days Mary realised that she would have to move on or she too would die but first she wanted to see her dead child.She walked acro ss and looked down.There was her baby… and he opened his eyes and gazed at her then smiled.Filled with shock and disbelief she picked him up and hugged him close to her bosom..
What should she do now without any help?Who would aid her?There was nobody there at all.Just the pitiless grey sand and the stony rocksSuddenly she felt a determination in her soul despite her terrors.She could not remain where she was or they would both die.So holding her baby tightly,she began her long and unknowable journey into their future on the other side of this grey blankness and grief
How my heart sings 
I jumped when I saw my comment, since I had no recollection of writing it – then I realised this was a re-post from last year. Sadly, the world has not improved in the interim.
I know,I should have warned you.It came about by chance that I hit on it.I thought I’d leave the comments.So you are not losing your mind or memory.No, things seem rather tragic now and make us wonder where we are going.Lies,hate speech,killing.I can only conclude that the folk at the top enjoy it as if they are playing a game.
Yet we must keep hope alive.In the dream that is the essence.It was a very frightening experience though.
Have you noticed how, if you almost close your eyes, the face in the pixellated image can be seen quite clearly.
A remarkable dream and a reminder of how new life appears in the most un-promising places, always bringing the possibility of change.
Even those confident Victorians had their black moments – I was reminded of Matthew Arnold’s ‘Dover Beach’:
“…………for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
Yes.Mike,I had seem my face in there more obvious in the small stored image… quite intriguing.I think it was a very unusual dream… and who writes these dramas in our minds as we sleep .==I love that Arnold poem… just for its musicality alone.There were people then who could foresee the 20th century being very dangerous.nowadays a poem in that style would not be published,of course!!:)
Of course Europe’s problems reached a madness where people thought War would be a cleansing experience… and 100 million people died by violence in the 2 th Century.Maybe Munch foresaw that.As for it cleansing us we might as well have bathed in human blood.And how many Jewish people emigrated or were killed,many of them with fine minds and ideas… is that why Europe has gone downhill?
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STRANGE DREAMS INDEED!!!
Yes, a firghtening dream but with some hope of survival and even a new life.Thanks for commenting
You are very welcome!