Perchance to Dream
He builded better
than he knew; the conscious stone to beauty grew.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Legend of the Dreamcatcher
Long ago when the
world was young, an old Lakota spiritual leader was on a high
mountain and had a vision...In his vision, Iktomi, the great
trickster and teacher of wisdom, appeared in the form of a spider.
"If you believe in the great spirit, the web will catch your
good ideas -- and the bad ones will go through the hole."
The Lakota elder passed on his vision to his people and now the Sioux Indians use the dream catcher as the web of their life.
Standing in front of Sarah's inert form he slowly removed his mask and lowered his arm letting it dangle from his fingertips. It somehow seemed fitting that he unmasked his face the same way he would reveal his inner self to her. Although his posturing seemed relaxed almost to the point of being languid, his face was set in determination...and something else...deep longing. He knew she could not see or hear him but he would take this moment that he had waited for so long and tell her who he was...to tell her all. His handsome features grew serious; his rich voice filled the ballroom as he started to explain.
"How do I begin to tell you all that I am?"
"It has been too long for me to remember my first moment of self-awareness but I was there at the beginning of all consciousness. Fashioned and fed by the dreams of men I have been known by many names; Morpheus, Hermes, Master of Illusion, and Dream catcher to name a few. But it was ironic that I, the vessel of deepest desires, was devoid of pleasure or pain. Although I was filled with the imaginings of countless dreamers I had none of my own."
"As the centuries passed and the number of dreamer increased I quietly grew in power and became more than my masters even knew. But it was irrelevant, you see, for I wanted nothing...desired nothing."
"If you were to ask me at that time I would have told you that I was content for I did not know there was more than what I possessed. Then one day, out of all the dreams that echoed within me one small voice spoke in a way that none had before...I listened closer...it was the fantasy of a young girl whose mother had given her a dancing doll in a golden cage. The girl's rich imagination had used the gift for a flight of fancy and imagined she was a beautiful princess who had found true love."
"It was a common dream, a dream of many young girls, yet some enchantment wrapped itself around me for I, who held the visions of Popes and Kings, found myself enraptured by this girl's simple fantasy. Why this particular voice out of all that I had heard should affect me so when none had before I did not know. I suspected that somehow it was the dreamer and not the dream."
"That was just the beginning, for I found myself waiting patiently for her next fantasy to echo within me. And when I went too long without hearing her voice for the first time I knew what it was to want. Fortunately for me this young girl soon had another dream, and then another...each richer and more detailed than the dream before it. That is when I learned what satisfaction and pleasure were for these dreams were special to me and found a place in my inert soul."
The handsome man stepped up to Sarah's stilled form and gently cupped her cheek with his hand, "Yes, Sarah, the young girl was you. Perhaps it has always been part of the master design that I would slumber until I heard your voice, to be the door that only you could open, but from your mind I found my salvation. Your resplendent dreams called to me across time and space, awakened me like Lazarus from the tomb. In you I knew I had found my own heart."
The man's hand slowly slid away from Sarah's cheek as he stared into her unblinking eyes, his voice grew hoarse with emotion, desperately willing her to understand.
"The Master of Dreams fell in love with you, Sarah, and finally has a dream of his own."
He slowly stepped back away from her, "As time went by and you continued to dream my need for you grew. I was no longer satisfied to just hear your voice; I wanted to be with you. I called out to you but you could not hear me. At that time I knew what pain was for it seemed all that I possessed was worthless."
"But powers beyond even my own took pity and brought you to me by way of the Goblin King. When you first saw me something deep inside of you recognized me as your own and in awe you whispered my name, "The Labyrinth."'
"Sarah, how can I explain how I felt at that moment? What words could possibly express the joy I knew at the fulfillment of my deepest desire. And then you were finally here, within my halls, it was more intoxicating and wondrous than I could have imagined. Sarah, my Sarah, we will be together soon."
"The moment we touched you entered my world, the world of dreams...a place that exists beyond time and space. With your first touch you became mine, and I yours.
You are not yet ready, but I know the day will come when you remember who and what I am and that you belong with me. On the day you need me and call out we will be together...forever."
"You will not lose to the Goblin King, my Sarah, for I will guard you through this challenge. In a way it is a pity that he will never quite understand how he lost – well, no matter – what's done is done."
"Goodbye, my Sarah – until we meet again."
With that the man replaced his bone mask, moved his arm in the air and restarted time.