A Beautiful Dream

I must clarify that the following story is about a dream I had a few years ago, but that I remember vividly.

I hesitated to include it, as it is not a meditation, but I felt a strong motivation to put it within it reach.

And, after all, I am here trying to listen to my inner self.

It's the near future.

I am part of the crew of a maintenance spacecraft.

My overall objective is to perform tasks outside the ship.

The environment is dark, in brief I can indicate that I go out to check a strange and large ship apparently abandoned and adrift.

I arrive after crossing the distance between the two boats.

I enter through a hatch that opens without problems, that worries me a little bit. Inside there is total silence and darkness.

My surroundings are illuminated by activating the flashlight on the suit, which is on my right shoulder.

I can see the movement of my arms as I walk, the suit is white and thick.

It is a little dirty. Small gray stains, from grease or oil. Large and clumsy gloves that make it difficult to perform precision work.

I could say that I enjoyed dreaming this, or perhaps they are details that they did not really exist, it could be that my mind added to my memories unconsciously.

I couldn't know.

Inside the Starship

I walked for a few seconds along what could be a large corridor, there's a succession of doors on both sides of the path, and I passed them all trying to open any. I go in the shadows despite the light of my suit.

Something caught my attention, I couldn't understand what it was, I did not understand it, but I stopped, turned to the left and opened one of the many doors.

While none of the other doors held my attention, there was something about this one that compelled me to open it, even though it didn't evoke any fear.

And it was something of the most natural, like entering any room.

Like opening any door by turning the knob. The visibility issue persisted, but I could begin to notice outlines of figures.

First I calculated the size of the room, it was perhaps 10 square meters, and the height barely exceeded my own length.

I approached and illuminated a large lump that occupied a large part of the place: it was a bed. One side was a chair in front of a small nightstand with a single drawer.

My surprise was increasing as my fear was displaced.

The furniture was made of wood and seemed old to me, but also worn, with signs and some scratches.

What a surprise. It was fascinating.

The Black Book

I left my meditations aside without knowing why, and with a determined and quick movement I opened the drawer of the nightstand. I illuminated inside as best I could.

Inside it contained a black-covered book, not very thick, with red pages.

I took it.

The pages were actually white, only their edges were red, very small letters to try to read.

But on the black cover I could see a legend in large golden letters. I read it and it said:

Third Testament

On the Second Coming of Our Lord Jesus Christ

Everything spun in my mind. I like to entertain myself with the idea that I started to experience a dream.

I felt, I was impatient to look for the date in the book.

The important date of his second coming.

The last thing I remembered that I was trying to manipulate the pages without damaging them, but the gloves make it impossible.

I was overwhelmed with emotions and became aware that my mouth was open.

Back to Reality

And I woke up.

I had my mouthed open in my dream and in my reality at the same time.

It was a peaceful awakening but at the same time direct.

I went from deep sleep to be active wakefulness. Touch and gratitude. I prayed without getting up for maybe a minute.

The bedroom was still dark, it was not dawn yet.

I stretched out my arm and reached for my cell phone to see the time. That moment I saw it, but I could never remember it.