Last night I had a weird dream. A heavy dream.
I dreamed that I was struggling to climb a rough, muddy hill. The path was harsh, there were obstacles along the way, rocks falling down and that it was really cold.
I also dreamed that the hill was so slippery and slimy, and even if the journey was so hard I still got to arrive at the top where a long and scary crocodile met me on the way.
I was so happy that I managed to arrive at least at the top but I was so frightened when I encountered the forceful animal. The animal though did not try to bite me or fight with me, he just chased and followed me along the way.
The new path on the top was green and beautiful, surrounded by amazingly old buildings and stones. It felt like every single one of them had their own soul and purity, bringing magic to the place.
I was so disappointed though that I could not be free and eventually team up with the crocodile. His deeds were bad and cruel, bringing up to life stoned creatures and stealing their kind soul away.
One by one, the stones became cold and scary creatures and the crocodile was bringing them to life despite their will.
During the dream I felt so many things, that I cannot even explain. I felt sadness, disgrace, joy and then fear, unwillingness and helplessness.
I don’t even know how to understand this dream and how to explain it. All I know is that I felt it and just want to know the path to escape the crocodile.
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