I felt so at peace like I had gone home to the Father God, only that I had just woken up against my desire to wake.

Afternoon sleeper, you says. I will say you are right. I am an afternoon sleeper.
Mysterious dreamer, you responses. I will say you are right. I am a mysterious dreamer.

It is time for me to wake up from the dream, isn't it?

I had just woken up from a dream in which I was walking the path on the road at school on a winter day. The white snow was already shoved onto the grass. No one was ever hit by a car because the car and people shared the road, as there is no sidewalk. In this dream, I happened to walk in the walking spot where everyone walked.

Some mysterious dreamer, aren't I?

I saw an old dark car driving toward the stop sign. There were tall leafless trees. The land was empty, dried, and old. Now I saw the people. I saw a van roll down the hill toward the people. Not a car in sight coming up the hill. The old dark car slowed before turning right. I looked straight at the car as it comes to me. Yet, there were fear in the heart but the courage defeated the fear. I stood my ground. I faced my life burning on fire yet I stood my ground with courage.

Tell me this again: "some mysterious dreamer you are"

The white light had fade away. I am now out of the dream back into the land of reality. Was the dream a reality? What really happened in that dream after I brushed the fear away?

Now you can say either this or this: some mysterious dreamer you are or was this dream real?

Written May 31, 2005.