A Strange and Wondrous Dream
I don't usually share my dreams as I consider them very private but I wanted to share this one.
I was in Narnia, which looked different than I had ever imagined it. I had put on a cursed bracelet and felt myself transform into a dragon. This frightened me so I ripped the bracelet off with my teeth, pulling scales and skin as I did so. Then, I realized that I had to become a dragon so I would realize that the dragon the villagers were fighting was also cursed. I rushed in to pull the cursed ring that had transformed it, revealing a frightened boy shivering with cold and fear. With the dragon gone, the villagers rejoiced and I joined in the celebration until Aslan appeared and told me it was time to go home.
I remember saying only one thing in my dream and it was this: "The thought of never seeing you (Aslan) again saddens me to the point of unbearable grief."
"What makes you think we will never see each other again?" Aslan replied, with a slight growl.
I had no reply so I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his mane. I cried. Then, I asked him to bless me and knelt before him. The Great Lion roared, his breath cascading over me, and I felt Narnia slip away. And as realization that I was back in my own world hit me, I turned and saw a young girl staring at me curiously. It was then, I knew, that she too had been to Narnia. She too had danced with Aslan. We smiled at each other.
Narnia is not a physical place; but an idea, a state of mind. I long for it.
I was in Narnia, which looked different than I had ever imagined it. I had put on a cursed bracelet and felt myself transform into a dragon. This frightened me so I ripped the bracelet off with my teeth, pulling scales and skin as I did so. Then, I realized that I had to become a dragon so I would realize that the dragon the villagers were fighting was also cursed. I rushed in to pull the cursed ring that had transformed it, revealing a frightened boy shivering with cold and fear. With the dragon gone, the villagers rejoiced and I joined in the celebration until Aslan appeared and told me it was time to go home.
I remember saying only one thing in my dream and it was this: "The thought of never seeing you (Aslan) again saddens me to the point of unbearable grief."
"What makes you think we will never see each other again?" Aslan replied, with a slight growl.
I had no reply so I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his mane. I cried. Then, I asked him to bless me and knelt before him. The Great Lion roared, his breath cascading over me, and I felt Narnia slip away. And as realization that I was back in my own world hit me, I turned and saw a young girl staring at me curiously. It was then, I knew, that she too had been to Narnia. She too had danced with Aslan. We smiled at each other.
Narnia is not a physical place; but an idea, a state of mind. I long for it.
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