the third door
Prologue ~
I approach the door I see in my dreams.
The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights.
Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new.
So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal
The door, so that one night I can choose.
The sky door
An obsidian monolith is before me
Darker even against the somber room it's housed
edges shimmer
a glassy surface
shining with a glint
a hungry wolf smiling
I walk closer,
not prepared
to see the dark
of this doorway
simply
fall
away
~
I could see a world,
from high above
a storm cloud
that looked like prairie smoke
dancing with light
casting dispersions
on a purple field
far below
a step closer
Fields of thistle colored trees
wavering hard
hugging coral coastline
water surging, pounding cliffs
with spray as golden as an egg yolk
A tempest in resin
I hadn't noticed
but wind is
beating my face
pushing me back
yet
This world
beckons
another step, as I pause
A long vermilion shape, emerges far below
breaking free of the thunderhead
wriggling disjointed movements
a hypnotic site
as a dragon pulses upwards
towards me
The dream ends
I hear it call me
whispers
“come back”
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