The Whole Picture

            Walking towards the South from the North into what I dreamt to be Burger King in Scottsdale AZ.  I looked to my right, and noticed people sitting at tables along the aisle in front of the register counter.  Before I made myself around the corner, I turned my head left to find on the wall a framed picture I happened to get a full view of.  I moved near, indulging myself in the detail this framed picture had drawn me to.  Oddly I could see perfectly a darkened whirl moving behind a figure of sorts in the mid, but it was the shadow that lead the figure across the painting.  Thinking to myself, something of this nature, "I know what all this is".   I glare deeper into the painting following this shadow leftward. The longer I kept my span on the painting I realized this had something to do with myself, thus my future.  Slightly I felt as if there was an entity creeping over my every thought, snapshot, and glide. Meanings I began to understand with no questions, while every blink opened my eyes a bit more wide. The sweet water notion obscures the framed picture painting, belated to say.  Then to be lifted from having been sunken outwardly, and this framed picture drifted further away.  I quickly glanced inside this whirling shadow.  Whom, or so I thought, instantly crept with a swift brush upon my eyes and head.  In this moment everything I puzzled together, yet exploring all of what my eyes only laid in sudden meaning droops blank. Until I shook my head side to side I slipped under a stupor. When I snapped out of these overcoming emotions of helplessness, I faced the painting pin-pointing where I left off.  With this very idea, I stood in place spending a sec or two trying to remember this painting I had come to know. Directly to follow this shadow again, and there it was made clear I caught the loss. I held my eyes onto the shadow instinctively backtracking the issue in my hand.  Recognizing a chilling feel of eyes, which were now watching me backtrack this situation.  Only for a purpose of breaking apart my passion pieces I set to portray.  A rush gave assurance that the whole picture would always be somewhere in sight.  


           Although the end of my dream didn't show much for my favor, but incidentally still doesn't keep me from knowing and understanding this dream in awaking. 


           I know the truth in every story does not cease to change even as my mind may droop blank, fall in a stupor, being the guinea pig of everything taught spiritually to those who have drowned themselves with make-believe beliefs, or unbelievably witness a shadow direct an image.


           I remember having this dream in 2000 - 2001. 

 ~ FlowerStar ~