A righteous wave
began to form
just beyond my reach.
My righteous board
began to turn
as I paddled
toward the beach.
But all that’s right
left my board
at the bottom
of a coral reef.
The reef extended into walls
which expanded into roofs
which gave form to a maze.
And this is when the perspective changed
and I began to play a videogame!
— DREAM SEQUENCE CHANGE —
I had a large hammer for a weapon, but I despised it. In my heart, I knew I had to seek out the weapon made for me. And thusly I fought and dove deeper into the maze.
A man challenged me to a duel, and I accepted. My slow hammer could hardly keep up with his movement, which truly upset me, as this man was not all that great in combat. We reached a stalemate, or rather, when the first opportunity presented itself, I ran as far away from him as I possibly could.
After some time, my phone began to ring. I answered, and it was a good friend. She wondered where I was. I told her my surroundings: lots of multi-colored walls. Doors everywhere with giant numbers, ordered sequentially. The closest door to me was #300. She told me her closest door, but I promptly forgot what it was.
We agreed to meet up at the door precisely in the middle of both numbers. She hung up, and I continued my search for my favored weapon. Hopefully her number was higher than mine.
Each little enemy that I flattened with my hammer dropped gold coins and cursed weapons. They all had purple auras, and gave off bad vibes. The gold coins were fine, besides the usual why-do-i-care-so-much-about-money vibes that we all experience from time to time (to be more precise: when bills are due).
Suddenly, after I thwomped a poor little goomba-guy, a weapon with a gold aura and why-do-i-care-so-much-about-money vibes appeared. Yes, it was a Healer’s Wand!
With my favored weapon in my hands, I felt a different emptiness in my heart. A healer is of no use should they have no one to heal.
I felt bad about ditching my friend.
I felt bad about thwomping that goomba.
I felt bad about caring so much about money.
I woke up, and the guilt stuck with.