shatter the mirror....

i barely recognize this face, and it's so inconsistant, each time I see something different, a warrior, a poet, the smirk of a prankster, a vile thing, one who waits and listens, that lost look again. they are all and not the same as I. I dream for answers, and am given riddles. The most vivid was of me and the primative man stating at the base of a tree which was not a tree but was the whole of the human evolutionary process, the base of the tree was a cluster of transmigratory souls, bright light, and as you went up several plateus, I could see up to the highest plateu and there was a woman looking down and me, expectingly, waiting. All my life I have heard the words like 'achieveing your full potential'....do I have so much 'potential', perhaps to much that the thing about potential is something like waiting in line, but for what, what's at the end of that line, or the next, where does it go? Every choice, action, excludes another, 'there's no such thing as a right decision' , but what about a wrong one, experience would tell me there seem to be plenty of those, plenty of dead ends, brick walls, that have to be scale, or broken down, and here I am looking back at me, will I remember the one who wrote this.

There was a child who told me my name, he dream many days to come to this, this name, it was the one I had always know, but only when the child spoke the word did I know its meaning. It was no word every spoken in any languange previously know to man, for it had a shape, it spanned time, and was brilliant in colour. It also belonged to another one who would be me when I was no longer.

Take me to your garden of tears, and learn me to dream, forget my fears,
we tend the earth as we where born to be, watch the skys and speak of dreams,
we've killed our fathers, and made new songs from ancient hymns...

another dream I come to a small town where it is always raining, I am investigating the death of a family member, possibly a brother, everyone I meet is aware of why I am there and more then forthcoming, I play roleplaying games with people in a van, the eventually give me my next contact who lives by the high school, the person I mean knows me tell me and again is more then forthcoming with information both about myself and my reasons for being here, things about myself that I did not even know. This town is along the ocean and beyond the ocean lies the answer. Somehow the town is under the influence of the WOTC, and they are more then just the company that has renewed interest in roleplaying games, perhaps a secret order, and there I am investigating a murder in their territory, now a pawn in a story that is bigger then the any I have ever.....