During my sleep I am swept into the strangest of dreams. Two entities seem to be locked in an almost mortal struggle. Each wants to dominate the other, neither will be vanquished. Curious, I was ever curious, I allow myself to be drawn deeper into the dream and the thoughts of the two become my own.
They ARE my own. Two different personas, two different times and places, yet for sanitys sake only one may fully exist. The other must, must! allow itself to be relegated to the sub realms of consciousness. But which one?
One seems older than the other, memories of children....yes, two beautiful daughters a loving husband, blue skys, deep blue oceans, flowers in a garden; a world of technology....and sadly war (can we never get away from it?).
The other seems younger, much younger and memories of the sky as I saw it before sunset this very day, orcs, elves, an elven village where it/I grew up, the one who taught me my responsibilities as a cleric.
Is it possible, I wonder, to merge the wisdom of the older with the exuberance of the younger and keep the memories of the younger and some of the older?
This question runs like a thread through all of my strange dreams the night through.
