Untold Dreams
By Dennis Quearry
I awoke tonight to the sound of nothingness. It was as if the very being of sound was receding from everything. As if something were absorbing the essence of sound. Then the colors on all things started to dissolve and bleed from the various objects they had been clinging to. I looked out my window as people everywhere scurried like scared animals, as they too must have had this vision or noticed the deprivation of sound. Then as quickly as it began, it stopped, and was gone. Leaving the people screaming at the top of their lungs. I laughed quietly and mused on what this could have been.
It is the next day as I sit in my stone garden and contemplate on the night before. All that comes into my mind is a hole. A hole in the ground? A hole that is round? Hmmmm...I should contemplate more on this. Maybe a blackened hole, or a soft hole cut into a piece of silk. Then I think of go for some reason. Why would I think of go? Could there be something on the horizon? That someone might be playing a game and moving his pieces as meticulous as a go master would? I sigh and stand from my meditative position as I walk into my small home. It is time for tea and dinner, and who knows? The visions might visit me some more.
Oh, my head hurts this morning. I was plagued by dreams, or were they nightmares? Whatever they may have been, they were raging storms of the elements, as if they all fought against one another? Or were they fighting something else? All was not clear, and I feel that my visions are coming to frequent as of late. They have never been this vivid, or have appeared this often in such a short time. I feel as if I might be losing touch with my own reality. As these visions, dreams, or nightmares continue to ambush my mind with their ferocity.
I feel I should visit Ujina to see if he can fathom what is wrong with me? Though he rarely takes anyone in audience, except his sons and daughter. I shall just have to live with my visions. I chuckle quietly at myself, as if I have not been living with these visions all my life. They think I am mad most of the time. Though what they do not know is I feel that at some point I could have a vision that might come true. I shudder at the thought of this as the latest ones have been very violent and full of doom and nothingness.
From the Diary of Isawa Norikazu
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