The First Dream

On Sunday night I woke up in the middle of the night, having had two dreams. I wrote the first one into the play and it comes out like this:

I had a dream. I had a dream last night and in the dream I was watching the sea with some men I did not know. And the sky was white, swirling light. And I felt dread and fear. The sea came over the earth and enveloped it in water and I saw dolphins, soldiers, swimming in formation to attack the people of the earth. Then I saw in the sky a prism and a black rainbow and I was afraid. I looked to the men who were with me. They could not see what I had seen. I knew more.

We are all sparks of light and blurs of pain with no heaven and no hell, just our light. Light that we send out with our dollars and votes and trips to church. If the laws of this world could honor our light, we could put heaven on earth. But the church takes the light, these beautiful pieces of light and stills them. And they go out. I am so blasphemous that I say the church is blaspheming when it darkens the light. That is what I really think.



I will try to make time to post the second dream later.