I dreamed that I stepped through a doorway and found myself in a strange world. It was the world of the warrior. I looked around and everyone was openly walking around armed to the teeth. People were trading weapons from car boots. Someone tried to explain their religion to me. I struggled to comprehend it. At the center was the weapon, a holy object reflecting the soul of the warrior. It was the life quest of each person to find their perfect weapon. The whole economy of the world and its social environment was structured around the perfect weapon, which appeared to be like the Holy Grail of that strange world.
I did not like the world and decided that I wanted to leave and stepped back through the same doorway but I found myself in a different place from the place from which I originally came. I spend the rest of the dream wandering through doorways searching for my way back to home. All I had to indicate my way home was a black key. I asked many people if they knew the way but none could tell me. All the time in the dream I was convinced that it was not a dream but that it was real. I showed my key to a man and he said he knew the way and showed me the doorway. The doorway had a heavy metal door that kept opening and closing and was burning with fire. To step through that doorway would be risking death. I looked to the man who showed me the doorway and said; “Will you take my hand and come with me? I am afraid.” He took my hand and was willing to come with me but as we were about to step through he stopped and said, “There must be another way.”
Journeying through the world
To and fro, to and fro
Cultivating a small field – Basho
To be continued …