My first day.
To this day, I still do not know why I can recollect the dream I had that night. I suppose the reason could be that it had been the most oddest dream that I ever had. In this dream, I was standing on the edge of a mountain cliff. Down below, I could see thick fog all across the land and these little lightening storms shooting off like fireworks. It was like viewing a lightening storm upside down. The thunder bolts shot off into the sky above it. It was day time but the blue coloring of it had faded away and I could see the stars. Only near the horizon could you still see the blue sky. Something caught my eye, a glimmer, it was shiny, dancing in the fog, then it became two. Dancing together and before I knew it, one exploded into streaks of lightening, shooting up into space. Then everything was quiet. The sun set on the horizon as I watched the fog thicken and rise. It rose up the wall of the mountain toward me. My feet disappeared and then my legs. It was so thick I could not move, it held me still. It crept up my body. As it started to envelope my head, I could hear the sound of screams coming through the fog, like echoes down a long hallway. Very much like the screams of men on a battlefield. That was the last thing I remember hearing before waking up.
I drew the curtains open and was taken back by the magnificent view from my window. It was truly breath taking. I took my time getting ready, eating in the dining hall downstairs, and preparing myself to explore what I can for the rest of the day.
The first place I came to of interest was a small old church. The gate was open so I went in. It was beautifully constructed, very quiet and peaceful. The huge round stained glass window was the first thing I noticed the second I came through the doors. I sat for a while. It felt as though there was a kind of presence in there that was understanding and forgiving. If nothing else, I could have almost believed in God.
God and I know the other exists but only one us believes in the other.
Feeling as though I should be going, I headed for the door but just as I reached it and was starting to push it open, I heard a voice from behind me. It sounded like someone wishing me peace. I looked back and seen a tall slender man in a long brown monks robe standing in the beautiful colored light of the stained window. He smiled, so I smiled in turn. What makes this a most memorable spot is that I had looked away for a second, Only for a second, when I looked back, he was gone. Like he had vanished. When I walked out and stood looking up at the steeple to the right, an older man with white hair asked me if there was anything he could help me with. I told him I was just visiting, as I got my camera out, thinking I would ask him to take a photo of me standing in front of the little church. I asked him about the tall slender man inside. He looked puzzled and said that he was the only one there.
It was my turn to be puzzled.
I described the man to the little white haired man, I am assuming by now that he must be the groundskeeper because he didn’t look like no priest. He shook his head at me. Then as if remembering so suddenly, he gasps.
“Many years ago, there was a monk that lived here. He lived here for a long time. But he passed away some time ago, ummmm, nearly four decades now. No priest or monk has occupied this church since then.”
I found myself peeking back inside. I took a quick pic, hoping to capture something on camera like they do on those ghost story shows, but there was nothing. The groundskeeper laughed and joked, telling me to take more photos, maybe I’ll get something. I thought maybe just one more and I’ll go.
I wandered the city streets for hours. When it started to get dark, I made my way back to my hotel. After dinner, as I gazed out my window at all the lights and at the Eiffel Tower off in the distance, the strangest thing happened.
As I stood there, I could have sworn I had seen lightening coming off the tower. There had not been a cloud in sight all day and it sure did not look like there was any at that time. It was quick, it was over in a matter of seconds. I wondered if anyone had seen it. I closed my curtains and went to bed. At the time, I did not think of the dream I had the night before, it did not even occur to me the coincidence.
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