I was coming out of a deep sleep this morning and yet more in that realm than this. In my dream I am moving through a field of long grass and weeds. Really I am walking fast and somewhat stumbling along because as I look down I see I am wearing metal…mail in fact, and it is cumbersome. I am unconcerned and even happy as I amble my way alone. I am aware that I am walking away from a battle and not going towards one. The sun is shining and I am in Europe on a lovely May day. I look down again at my armor and I admire it gratefully. I may have the armor made of the bigger pieces of metal ( it was more economical) and in some ways this suit is harder to manuever in, but I know too that it is a better layer of protection from incoming attacks than the finer style of metal mail; the one made from links. I am contemplating how much time it takes a craftsman to make the mail made of link, when I realize I no longer live in that time period. Still very much in a sleep state, I remark aloud to my Beloved, ” How did anyone ever have the time to make a suit of armor made of mail?” He responds, ” They did not have TV back then.” I remind him I never watch TV now and yet would not have the time to make link after link for a suit of mail.
I am now awake. I am amused I was more concerned about the time needed to create this mail then that I had stepped into a past life. Dreams remind us of who we are and who we have been.