Light Magic, Dark Magic

Dream of the Week: Light Magic, Dark Magic

It’s an expansive open hillside with an eerie quiet that often accompanies the anticipation of a big, destructive event. Something is about to happen. The guard is marching forward in steady confidence, and I am in line, ready. We climb a hill and see our enemy in the distance — two sides, two lines, ready to face battle. The moment before the charge, we both hang in electric silence. And then chaos.

The front lines rush to meet in the middle, where weapons collide, and blood sheds. The power over darkness and light hangs in the balance, with both sides fighting for control. On the side of light, I am pushing forward, keeping my watch on the edges of our line, ready for a surprise attack from the side. A mysterious figure dressed in black appears and rushes toward me with impenetrable determination. There’s only one way forward - to rush toward it with matching fervor knowing there can be no winner in this dual.

While the war wages on elsewhere, we face each other head to head. As he runs, he lifts his hands to emit a black magic smoke, and I raise mine to emit a white magic smoke in response. At the moment right before our magic and our bodies collide, an understanding that we will “cancel” each other out” washes over me. We will both be transported somewhere else and will we “die” here. I am unafraid as the force of our impact opens a window to somewhere else, waking me up.