i believe in unicorns. they've been with me all my life. as long as i can remember, anyway. i saw one once. in a dream. i must have been, oh, 11. i don't know how i remember the dream so clearly, but i do.
i was outside, in the hour right before the sun rises -- when the sky is gray and the dew sits still on the grass. the air was heavy with the dew, creating a mist. i had sat down on my front lawn, and she came to me. she lay down right beside me and nuzzled my face. she was so beautiful. all white, with a whirled silver horn, and her eyes were the blue of the sky when the sun sits on the edge of the earth sinking into reds and purples. i was surprised. i thought her eyes would have been brown.
she lay there beside me, speaking to me as she breathed. silent words, feelings electrified the air around us. there was a sadness -- i don't know if it was hers or mine.
we just sat there.
time stopped for the moments we shared together. i would have expected the sun to have risen in the hours that had past, but the sky stayed the same pearl gray color of the dawn. we sat together, absorbing each other's energies. it is the only time in my life that i have truly been at peace.
it wasn't just a dream; it was the safest way for her to come to me. can you imagine if i had been awake and aware, how i might have reacted? my body had to be at rest, my mind as close to that state as possible. i had to believe.
i believe in unicorns. the dream was just the catalyst that brought them into my conscious. i had always had the pictures and the stuffed animals. but it wasn't until after the dream that i really began to see.
two weeks after that dream, my dad went on a trip to california. when i was little, he used to always bring home presents from his business trips. that time, he brought me a book. a beautiful book about the history and truth of the unicorn. i couldn't bring myself to read it for the longest time. i was afraid it would contradict my dream.
when i finally opened the book, i was amazed. for the first time, i saw images almost identical to my own unicorn. i read the pages like they were the Bible. i could feel her with me, looking over my shoulder at her family and herself. i came close to peace.
over the years i have gone back through my book. if only to remind me of my connection. the book is old in places. some pages have slipped from the spine from being turned too many times. the book is my solace.
i go to it when i have times of darkness. i am drawn to the book more when i am sad in life. but i never dream. i have never seen her since that first time. i wonder about that. i wonder why she never came back. i miss her.
sometimes, i get the feeling that she is near. the whisper of her breath, the feeling of peace that settles briefly over me. i need that peace in my life. so much.
i want to see her eyes again. those are the hardest to recall. when she looked at me, i felt freedom, love, joy. i felt happy with myself.
i think i need her now. not for any particular reason. i just need her. because i miss her, because i love her, because she brings me peace.
i think i feel her speak my name.
she is coming.
maybe tonight i'll dream.
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I interpreted the unicorn as a metaphor for childhood innocence. Whether that's right or not, it made the story even more beautiful to me. It's a very sweet and rich story, and a nice break from this messy world. I have a similar story and you've inspired me to write it. I saw Santa Claus and all his reindeer fly by about 100 feet above me when I was about 10 while lying on my best friend's front lawn one Christmas Eve. I mean, as big as life! lol Maybe we see it when we believe it, eh?
Thanks for the vacation! Great writing. Oh, I almost forgot - is there some reason you didn't capitalize the sentences? Just wondering.
Mark
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Ah... I have chills from reading this one. The ethereal Unicorn! I believe in unicorns.. but never have been blessed to have this incredbile experience.
Do you remember a movie called " The Last Unicorn"? I loved that movie more then my kids did!
Ah.. Very well written my friend..I loved this!
Thanks so much for sharing..
Mary ann -
Illusions... it is so lovely that you have expressed in this writing, your ideals of life and spirit ...in such a wonderfully simple, honest, childlike way...
I have my ideas of why the dream doesn't come back.
Maybe you can think of it as a taste the spiritual nature you want to hold onto, while growing older, learning, coping with life as an adult... to preserve that idealistic truth that so many lose.
My take on it is this: If this dream were to return alot, your rational mind would put it down, and let it be buried... but... to keep this ideal truth, which represents so many wonderful things to you... will help you keep these lovely, truthful ideals in mind, as you develop and grow... and eventually... as wisdom and peaceful knowledge takes ahold of you... even as an adult...
You will have that dream again... and more... you will continue to believe, and know... of it's transcendent, beautiful truth...
thank you for sharing this.
Truly appreciative,
Seas
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it is rather apparent from your background that you believe in unicorns....the background here of course on AP...I know little of the rest of your background..perhaps you were one of the young women who stood and begged the unicorns to stop playing and climb aboard the ark but not even two did..thus we have been deprived of their joy since noah and the flood..but their spirit lives on...and their horns of plenty bring joy to many in their dreams.....Artis
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We all need soemthing to believe in, all of us have different things that we hold on to, which in good times are there for us to smile and share with and which when times are bad give us the strenght to face them. You have your unicorn, that which we love lives on inside us, I am sure you will find her within you giving you strenght and peace. Enjoyed the story, is beautifully written, I loved the descriptions too.
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We all need soemthing to believe in, all of us have different things that we hold on to, which in good times are there for us to smile and share with and which when times are bad give us the strenght to face them. You have your unicorn, that which we love lives on inside us, I am sure you will find her within you giving you strenght and peace. Enjoyed the story, is beautifully written, I loved the descriptions too.
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Wow!
In the words of Neo, "Whoa!". So saddening, yet so calming. Find an overall balance in life, that is the true peace. Being in balance with eveything and moving with the flow of the universe's energy. Keep up the good work.
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