I don't often remember my dreams. I don't often have bad dreams. Or maybe I just don't remember them.
So maybe that's why this one was particularly disturbing.
I was not alone in the dream but I am uncertain who was with me. That doesn't mean I did not know them. I think I did. I think I had some degree of responsibility for them. But now I can't remember if there was one other or more others. I think more.
We had been climbing into mountain places and crossing dangerous bridges. We'd been working hard. But we'd finally arrived somewhere.
And there were some kind of monk like people there. They wanted us to do three things I think. I don't recall all three. But one had to do with drinking some kind of drink. And another had to do with reciting some kind of pledge in an unfamiliar tongue.
I was afraid. But whomever I was with wanted to do it and wanted me to do it, too.
I think it ended with me having to decide to abandon my companion. For some reason I think I had some kind of responsibility for my companion. But I wouldn't drink and I wouldn't recite so I had to leave.
The drink would have numbed my mind I know. I think the pledge was some kind of allegiance to some kind of demon god or something.
But I think it was not a god like those old idols. I think it was some kind of modern god.
That's it - that's the dream.
Nine Years and Counting
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