third eye dream

Her heart was pounding, as she focused on the bee.  The flower was so bright, a soft but violent yellow.  And the bee itself was shades of yellow and brown, ethereally painted, like a dream.  He flew closer and closer to her, and almost delicately, landed, stinging her forehead.  Perfectly, between her brows.

Suddenly, she fell back, thrust into another space.  Voices were echoing faintly, becoming louder with each image.  She seemed to stand in mid air, but she couldn't get a sense of herself, her body.  Like floating, she stared forward.  A mushroom-like glowing entity sat before her. It was masked in shades of purple and blue, electrical pulses moving within it.  Like flashbacks she kept seeing images in her mind of broken children, hunger, pain, storms and other tragedies, the bulk of the human experience of suffering that existed only in news and textbooks.  She had little to compare in her own waking life.  The voice grew louder, a woman's voice, very plain and serious..."23 homes without electricity. No explanation."

Her heart pounded heavier and she cried within to wake up, wake up!  She was thrust forward again, projected it seemed, but with fear, she had to wake up.  It wasn't time.  She wasn't ready.  In the next minute, she was back in her apartment, lying on the tile floor.  She sat up, felt her forehead.  There was nothing. Just a dream..