The Reoccuring Dream

It always begins the same way: I hear voices, but I don’t see anything. I can feel the ground beneath my feet; it is a rough cobblestone. Suddenly a voice comes from out of the darkness, asking me if I’m sure I want to do this. He tells me my mission is to find the Jewel of Light for him. Because of its brightness I am the only one equipped to complete this mission. It will be a long journey, but when I turn over the Jewel to him, he has sworn to restore my sight.

I feel someone hand me a relief map, which they refer to as a “high” map, to guide me through my journey. Someone else hands me a knapsack filled with food and water for my trek. I’m given a long wooden staff, which feels smooth against my hand.

My journey starts in the west, and my open-faced compass tells me we are headed toward the mountains in my map. They are treacherous and hard to climb, I feel them under me as I nearly scale the mountain wall to get to the other side. There is a village there, the Village of the Smalls. The people of this village will help me to find the Jewel of Light.

As I approach the village the dream takes a different turn. I either here them run to greet me, or I hear nothing and smell the burnt remains of their township. I find them all dead in their huts, or the bring me into their prospering community and give me a feast fit for a king. Either way I spend the night there, then they promise to lead me as far as they can to the Jewel of Light. Or I have to go it alone, finding a map to the Jewel in one of their smoldering dwellings.

It is a long walk across a desert; I can feel the sun beating down on the top of my head, the sweat coming out of my pores and dripping down the back of my neck. I reach a rock formation that I sit under in the shade for awhile in order to cool off. Then I make my way to the top of the rock formation to the point where the Jewel should be. It is not there. I stood in the place where it should have been and pondered what to do, when the ground quaked beneath me. I felt myself being lowered as if in an elevator, and after a short time it stopped. I felt in front of me and found the Jewel. It was as big as an ostrich egg, and was a round cut jewel. I wrapped the jewel in a piece of fabric given to me by the people who sent me on this mission, and I was on my way back.

I thankfully didn’t have to go back the way I came, I found myself a shortcut. It was still a long journey back to the Kingdom that wanted this jewel. When I finally arrived they took the Jewel from me and let me rest in a room for a day or so. Then they again called me into the room with the cobblestone floor.

“You have brought us the Jewel of Light, and for your reward, I will now return your sight!”

There is a bright light flash and for a second everything comes into focus…and then I wake up. But before I do, this is what I see;

It is a great hall in a medieval castle. Before me is a line of people: A Merlin-type figure, a couple of knights in full regalia, a great King and his Queen, and their daughter, the princess. They all look exquisite and beautiful, and behind them is a large mirror. It covers floor to ceiling behind them, and I can see their reflections in it.

I can see their reflections, but I do not see mine. I don’t have a reflection in that mirror.
Did my imagination just forget to put one in? The popular theory with everyone is that I was a Vampire. I didn’t think I was, but I did want to know what I had been in that dream. I had the dream off and on from the time I was 6 years old until I was 12 or 13, and I never figured out who I was supposed to be, or what my subconscious was trying to tell me.