Caught Up in a Dream

The beach at noon.

Boy talking to his imaginary friends, Andrea and Ivan:

“It is very quiet here. It is noon. I`m under a vast rock that hides this particular place. This place is very simple, just gray-yellowish sand, gray-bluish sky, gray rock…me, boy with a pale-green eyes that once were grass col­ored. I`m a boy in waiting.

This scene was in color, at The Beginning. It was full of life, joy of red love expecting, seems forever, Her to ap­pear. I`m a boy in waiting.

Our every meeting was eruption of the divine spirits mergin’. Spirit of flesh, and spirit of soul. The happiness of just one kiss remained.

Quiet. She`s here.”

Andrea and Ivan, listening to the boy’s story slowly disappeared from the scene.

The boy focused on the colors emerging from the sea.

Mermaid. She is approaching to the beach. Sun tangle with her long chestnut hair. She is in strong colors of green and blue, and one can hear soft aria hymn beneath the deep sea. Her eyes grow wider of new freedom rejoicing.

As she comes near, her fins start to unfold the beautiful ways of her body, gently allowin’ the wind to caress pearl salt away.

The boy is smiling. He is smiling at her, his sweet one, his only one, his powerful one, he is smiling as she`s com­ing to him, one more time. She wears a ruby in her belly, sign of her strong and delicate power. His forehead is marked with scar on the right side, sign of a fearless leader.

They are standing in front of one another, hauntingly drinking each other’s eyes. The dream grew old, so their love became more simple and pure.

No one wants to get out. No one wants to see the World behind this great rock.

“And, you know what?” the boy suddenly started to talk with his friends “We don`t even have to. And we chose not to.”

His friends once more disappeared.

Her hair is pounding with his heart.

“The things bellow are changing “ the mermaid said

-“But, there will be many more meetings?” – the boy asked

“Ours shall never stop” – she smiled – “And what`s happening above?”

– “Another war, I believe. I`m always caught up here, between the sand and the sea. Some newspapers are sel­dom thrown here, sometimes a man, or a girl walks by, tellin’ me what’s new in the world. Sometimes I can hear radio music playin`. But, mostly, and thank God, nothing. What`s the word from the Sea?” – he asked.

“The Great Mother is changing the old rules for the new ones. Enough was the Dream world polluted and closed from the Reality, which is just one of many forms of Being. Mother said it is time for blooming, it is time for peace. Dream shall grow into a conscious mind of a woman and a man, with all its ancient power. And it shall start with this dream.”

Suddenly, the boy realized that the beach is yellow, anew. The sun blinds him with its unfolded color, and he is in color, too! “How can this be so?” the boy is amazed. “The magic and love of The Great One is quick, love. This Dream is only the beginning of the big flowery feast.”

-“Does it mean that you`ll stay now, with me?” – he hoped

“No, not now, but once, yes. Many more meetings are required for Awakening. This scene shall again culminate in colors of red and green… and when we become strong again, together we will unite and go into the World.”

-“But” – the boy suddenly realized – “you exist only in my head.”

“And I have known you in mine – she smiled – have Faith, as you had for many meetings before: you`ll recognize me in the World. With a fin, or two less, but with a familiar smile. That`s why you`re always dreamin’ of me – to know me well. God bless.”

The boy smiled, too as she fell asleep on his chest.

It is always noon here. She softly turned into sand. It is always noon here. But he knew, he was sure, looking at blue-pearled sky, it was noon of a new Beginning.

Piše: Ivana Vujić