A walk with the Dream Master. (Dream master4)

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flash fiction from October 2014

Song Bird Songs

footprints

“Can we go walking?” she asked in the depths of a troubled dream.
“Of course, come,” he answered, “just reach out your hand.” An icy precipice stood before her feet.
“Its not really there,” he whispered, “you just think it is, so for you it’s real, like the gap between our worlds”. Taking his hand she stepped over.
“Now, let’s walk. See the snow is deep here. That’s when you leave the deepest, longest lasting marks, when the snows of life are deep. Look out over the valley and realise how far you’ve come. It feels a little lonely, but this is where you can hear my voice best, also the voices of others”.
“Let’s go higher.” Transforming like spirits they soar upward. “Up here we can see much but leave no footprints for others to follow. It would be easier for you if I brought you here, you could…

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You can’t paddle in high heels.

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paddling

I love to feel soft sand between my toes, the suck of the sea as it pulls the tiny grains away in a surge of water, the smell of the ocean, the pulsing, rhythmic, sound of the waves. I delight in the childlike feeling as my feet splash along adding their own sound to the cacophony of delights.

You just can’t do that in heels, they sink in the sand and you’d fall over, there’d be no sensation, anyway the shoes would be ruined.

Life is like that too, it cannot be enjoyed while trying to retain a sophisticated image. The shoes just need to come off sometimes so the toes can wriggle in abandon! Perhaps sophistication is needed in some aspect of your life, but to truly live cast it off occasionally and head for the surf and leave your true footprints behind you in the sand.

A walk with the Dream Master. (Dream master4)

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footprints

“Can we go walking?” she asked in the depths of a troubled dream.
“Of course, come,” he answered, “just reach out your hand.” An icy precipice stood before her feet.
“Its not really there,” he whispered, “you just think it is, so for you it’s real, like the gap between our worlds”. Taking his hand she stepped over.
“Now, let’s walk. See the snow is deep here. That’s when you leave the deepest, longest lasting marks, when the snows of life are deep. Look out over the valley and realise how far you’ve come. It feels a little lonely, but this is where you can hear my voice best, also the voices of others”.
“Let’s go higher.” Transforming like spirits they soar upward. “Up here we can see much but leave no footprints for others to follow. It would be easier for you if I brought you here, you could watch over all your loved ones, but you could no longer communicate and there’d be no footprints for them to follow,” He says. “Do not mind the difficulties and the cold, I’m here to help you find a way through, and others may follow”.
“Look down at the snow and see the tracks you and others have made.” The valley was full of interwoven patterns mapping the snow.