I Dream a Dream

I Dream of Tools

I kept my eyes closed when I revisited this domain, feeling the serenity of this place without my sight, fully experiencing this realm without having to lay my eyes upon it. A breeze never passed, yet I was kept cool by an air that wasn’t there. I was troubled, and was hoping the absolute stillness of this reality would put me at ease. I was scared because the box had came, and what was in it was nothing that I would expect. The package arrived in my driveway in a blue SUV with the windows heavily tinted, inside was a cardboard box, plain cardboard box with no markings or address upon it, as for the car, it had a license plate but seemed to have no record. There were no signs of past ownership, no markings or stains, no evidence of any human interaction except for my own. The car itself had no blemishes and seemed to attract little to no attention from anyone, even my wife and my child seem to take little notice of it. It was as if the car itself was under the protection of the entity who I called God.

As for the box itself, I know not of what I expected but it did not contain anything that I was thinking it would contain. It contained weapons of calamity and terror, sickening contraptions that I do not wish to remember or discuss. These things that are not at all of what I thought the tools of a messenger of god would be. Quickly, after my discovery of these horrifying tools, I hid these, no I did not hide these, I placed them in place sight, deep inside hoping that my loved ones would take notice of these monstrosities, and make me rid the house of them.

It the core of my heart I must say that disappointment pulsed when my family failed to notice that box. So now it sits, in place sight, burning a hole of doubt straight through me, a doubt of this entities' credibility. With this in mind, I wander through this white surreal plane in search of that powerful being. It doesn’t take long to find that place where the ground ends, that endless dark fall. I stare at the sky so I don’t look at the pit, milk white above, I cant see if there is anything beyond the white, though somehow I know that whatever is there is not for my eyes.

"I see you have questions my son," his voice echoed from everywhere throughout this dream

I blinked and there was my Lord's perfect marble body in front of me, not even a foot away from the pits edge. "What the-" his eyebrows raised and I stopped my sentence before it ended, that was no way to talk to the Lord.

My voice was now a hushed panicked whisper absolutely filled with emotion that  couldn't contain. "What is this Lord. These tools… They are tools for some- Some sadistic killer. Aren't I your messenger!" my voice raised with anger I did not know hid within me. This old hidden human fear, a fear that the beings more powerful than us used us as mere playthings. "What would a messenger of the Lord use these hideous tools for!" I looked into his eyes as I finished and immediately looked at my feet. There was something in his eyes, if only for a second. It was like some sort of… Some sort of… No, I am mistaken. God has no needs for the.. The thing I saw in his eyes.

His voice came soft and pleasant, that voice that comes from everywhere was only similar to the sound of music. "For so long, my child, have I tried to show humans the light through miraculous miracles and subtle messages, but humans have not listened, they need a symbol to show them the way. To show them that the road they are on will lead them to total darkness," his voice soothed my worries, made my senses dull except for the sound of his peaceful voice entering my ears.

"You will be the symbol, you will show them, make them understand what is right. You will be my messenger, and those tools are necessary, it saddens my heart that they are, but like the flooding of the world and the prophet Noah, some lessons must be taught this way."

I opened my lips…

"Hush child…" his voice stole the air from my lungs. "Go to the park at the center of the city tomorrow, look around and judge your fellow humans. Only after you have viewed humans from afar will you understand. Bring your judgment to me when I next bring you to this plane, and then tell me of what lessons are humans worthy of."

I awoke…