Queen of the Mist

At approximately 12:30 AM Thursday, May 29, 2008, I had a lucid dream.  At 12:45 AM, I awakened and was at my computer writing at 12:50 AM.  Lucid dreams were common in my past but I have not had one in several years, though I have tried.  The dreams are fun once you discover they are interactive.  Lucid dreams are always in color, at least in my experience.  This dream is metaphoric; I understand the metaphors and the dream's presentation.  I am well versed in eschatology, the book of Revelations including all cross references and biblical text explaining and/or affirming the revelation.  The primary reason for the dream is discussions through written word on May 27 and May 28.  During the conversation, the subject of biblical metaphor arose.  This particular metaphor had to do with the specific meaning associated with a name.  Because of these discussions in the recent past, I am not surprised the dream manifested with this imagery.  I am surprised that the dream was lucid.

A member of the WDC community with whom I have had many discussions about our art form brought the message in the dream with urgency.  I have known this person for just under one month.  Since our meeting, solely in written discussions, I learned with encouragement.  Throughout however, I have lacked confidence and belief in myself.  Prior to WDC, I had merely dabbled a few times with the written word.  Lack of confidence, fed my fear of an inability to deliver meaningful work.  The fear feed my dread of posting pieces that I felt came short or could be controversial.  I was afraid of ridicule and of making people angry.  The message delivered to me by my WDC friend in this lucid dream is the finale to her caring and loving heart's endeavor.

In the spirit of appreciation and love, I dedicate this poem to its rightful owner, Stacy L Stile.         

Queen of the Mist

From the depth, I was aroused
surfacing into a dream.
Through shadow and mist I browsed
a silhouette in a gleam.

Shadows parted, the mist swirled,
what was gleam moved to be seen.
She spoke and lightening hurled,
thrown from the mouth of the queen.

"Rise" with a clap, filled my ears,
from bed to floor in fright.
Looking into eyes of spears,
lunged with might into the night.

Through the flash, teeth of a lion
set to devour the lame.
Lightening and spears, "rise scion,"
singeing my wits in the flame.

Nose of a wolf on the hunt,
there's no escape for her prey.
Flashes, "rise scion not grunt,"
cowering I tried to stay.

Eagle claws grabbed hold of me.
I heard the growl of a bear
and felt the sting of a bee
as I rose into the air.

I saw the hooves of a lamb,
a queen covered in white fleece.
Birds sang, "I am who I am,
and to your mind, I bring peace.

Time to move into the light;"
an angel's hand caressed my head.
"You have the words you must write,
do not tread in fear or dread."

With no fear I do as told
by the songbirds of the queen.
My mind brought in form the cold,
withering thoughts turned to green.
         
James L Finley
May 29, 2008