I Dream of Dragons

As the drum begins, I am locked away in a tower. It feels self- imposed, like I chose to lock myself away from the world. Similar to a fairy tale but with no prince charming to rescue me. So I arrive to rescue myself. As I enter the darkened room, a recluse version of me stands in a corner hiding in the shadows. Why is it so dark in here? I ask. Walking across the room to the window I swing open the curtains letting sunshine flood the space. Don't you know there is a whole world out there? I ask her. She reaches her hand out into the sunlight in amazement. As I open the windows fresh air fills the room. She takes a deep inhale and smiles. She runs to the window and hangs herself partially outside to soak up the wide world outside her tower. Her enthusiasm is infectious now. She grabs my hand and we run down the stairs to the outside world. We run out into the natural world, grass under our feet, trees just out in front. A dragon flies over our heads. She stops dead in her tracks staring in awe and wonder at the flying dragon. Dragons live here? she asks in amazement. She falls to her knees and begins to cry. I am now sobbing. She thought all the dragons had died out so she locked herself away in the tower. A world without dragons was no world at all. And to see a dragon flying once again in the sky is more than our heart can bear. It is breaking open for the sheer joy of this reality. Dragons are real. I know there once was a world where dragon and humans lived together in harmony. I missed that world with all my heart. Dragons ARE magic. Humans began to turn against magic and were hell bent on destroying it. In this moment, it no longer matters because a dragon flies over my head and I run to chase it. A unicorn runs past me. Animals are everywhere and the nature is epically beautiful. I can't believe all the time lost locked away in a tower, thinking all was lost. A tree house is now in front of me. It is round and half way up an enormous tree. It has a wraparound balcony, a must for any home. I climb up into the tree house with so many animals and birds greeting me. I never want to leave here I think to myself. A voice comes. It tells me to not dismiss my time in the dark. Why choose one or the other when you can have both. Both have value. I agree to keep both the tower and the tree house. When I need to withdraw, there is a nice dark place to incubate in, to retire to, to withdraw from the world. And a perfect place outside in the world in complete alighnment with nature and all her beauty. I feels good. As the drum fades I return back to the beginning which is also the end.