Here is a very nice story that I would like to share with you. Enjoy.
I found myself standing on a windswept plain, admiring the view. In the distance was a mountain, on whose snow-capped slopes I could see the glint of golden light. Intrigued, I set off to get there.
On the way, I found a hermaphrodite riding a cow along a road leading to the mountain. "Excuse me," I asked him/her, "but is this the path to the mountain?"
The hermaphrodite just smiled and gestured me to move on ahead. I felt like a fool, and sure enough...there was a fool's hat on my head. Now I knew this had to be a dream. I continued along the path.
Soon I came to a swift river, which cut across the road and spilled down into a rocky canyon. The only way was into the canyon...but it was dark, overgrown with plants and frightening, so I hesitated. I remembered that since I was dreaming, I could create any thing I desired. I made for myself a purple bandana, and smiling walked blindfolded into the canyon.
I came to a place where I had to cross the stream to leave the canyon. I stuck one foot in the water to test it; as I did so I forgot that I was dreaming. I took off the blindfold and crossed the stream, climbed out of the canyon.
Now I was at the foot of the mountain. I found a low pyramid built there, inhabited by friendly natives. I rested there, but foreswore the liquor and festivities. Anxious to climb the mountain, I left.
Before I even realized it, I had climbed the mountain. At the mountain's summit was a bridge, leading up into the clouds. Bathed now in the golden light of mountain sunset, I made for myself a robe from that light so that I could see the road ahead as twilight descended. When I got to the bridge, I saw that it was painted all the colors of the rainbow, and it vibrated as if resonating to a loud noise I could not hear. I took the first step, and began crossing it.
The moon was out now, and I could see off either side of the bridge, far below, still moonlit waters. Guided by the light of my golden robe, I continued the path until it came to a small temple, suspended somewhere in the clouds.
The temple was made of pale marble, set with intricate gemstones in gold and silver. There were carvings of angels in the masonry, but when I gazed upon them they turned out to be abstract forms that I'd mistaken for angels. Inside was just one room, devoid of ornamentation save a small altar upon which rested a book. The entire room was vibrating with the still unheard sound, and I realized that this was where the vibration was coming from.
I approached the altar and picked up the book; the pages were blank. Astonished, I realized that I was watching myself read the book...and at the same time, I was not here at all, but someplace else altogether. Laughing now, I remembered that this was a dream. I filled the book with colors and put it under my arm, turned and left the temple.
Dreaming, I flew back across the bridge and landed back on the mountain top. I rested there, wearing my golden robe, reading the book. The sun was rising now, and far in the distance I could see the windswept plain where I'd begun my trek.
What was more, I could see myself standing there, still gazing at the mountain...wondering what the golden light was.
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"I sought the true nature of reality but discovered instead the real nature of truth."
--Thrustweasel of Earth
[This message has been edited by Imladil (edited June 07, 2000).]