Just a few days ago, while in Columbus, I had quite a vivid dream. Well, let’s correct that— I always have vivid dreams— but, I’m trying to not be so damn lazy when it comes to putting them down on paper the next day. Upon awakening, I jotted down what I could remember:
There were 5 levels of ground, none being underground, but more like a mountain in topography; all were on the surface. Must take/find a different route each way, for each level. I end up in my bedroom, in my mom’s first apartment, holding a small book. It’s a book with blank pages, and the page is filled with handwritten messages. At the bottom of the message, it is signed, and I can only make out the first part, which says “Rama”, and the rest of the name appears to be chicken-scratch-scribble.
In comes Google! The legendary warrior, Rama; Hindu; Weapon is the bow. I have no idea what any of this means, what it pertains to me, or why I’m dreaming about it, but, I am. I’m at a mind block.