A Glorious Surrender.

Placa Reila/Sunday evening

Why am I still dreaming this? Each time I do I wake with a knot at the back of my head, left side.

Does it hurt?

Yes; then fades.

You forget.

Then, during daylight, the memories come. Edging their way to the front..

And the dream?

It was so vivid, so close; so intense.

So real?

And yet, unreal.

You haven’t moved on.

I can’t.

You don’t want to.

I want to return, waking prevents me. If fairy stories are important NOT because they tell us that dragons exist but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated then this dream……?

That you can’t?

Can’t have?

Can’t be?

Can’t defeat it?

You can give in!

Oh what glorious surrender!