Dreams

My dreams have always been in Technicolor, wide screen and Dolby sound, vivid is a good word to describe them. Had a dream this morning that woke me up in the foulest of moods. I was on an archeological dig, somewhere in the Andes. The morning was intensley bright, the air was cold but not unbearable. Jeff Goldblum and two other women were there in addition to myself. We'd found a mass grave and fragmented tablets that wise women had written to preserve their knowledge; passing it down from generation to generation. The two women read the fragments, an invasion, something the indigineous people had never seen before. I was standing on a rock giggling because I was now taller than Jeff Goldblum. The four of us left the fragments and walked up a steppe. We were in the shadow of a huge South American pyramid, walking up the side on grey coarse sand, it was a difficult climb. We walked into a chamber, there were long red curtains blowing through windows carved in the rock. Blinding sunlight fickered in and illuminated walls covered in writing. I began to read; stories of the women, how they had been just and fair rulers, they were widely respected and then the invasion had begun. The people in their fear had brutally slaughtered the women, they would walk the earth no more. I was profoundly saddened by this loss, I mean deeply upset. I murmured, "What have they done? What have they done?" and then woke up.