The Dreams

Dream 146

The enemy was triumphant. Yet before he’d cease fighting, he demanded that the golden statue of the nation’s reawakening, kept in the storehouse of historic treasures, be surrendered forthwith.

So a group of us went to fetch the storehouse key from the strongbox. But when we removed the box’s lid, a terrifying serpent rose up before us, threatening anyone who drew near with death.

As we hastily retreated, I concealed my joy — praying for the snake’s safety, and his success in guarding the key.