Another short story

“Call me the Gypsy Woman: I travel through dreams.” “Since the Beginning.” ”Dreaming is my home.””A usual dream is either full of anguish or wishful thinking.” “The dreamscape has changed recently: I see a lot more zombies, ruined land.” “This is becoming dangerous.” “The old landscape was industrial, many flying dreams.” “Before that they just morphed and changed according to which society they belonged to.” “I travel through both men and women’s dreams.” “Now, facing an abyss, I am going to enter The Fates Dreams.” “This will require stealth, some help from Brahmin in blending into each dream, and the ability not to be frightened of visions of hellish places or malifecant beings:” “if it gets bad I can always escape through loopholes.” “So, I will go to the Weaver: she is a black widow, so many spidery things will occur:” “As I enter, I feel a great fear, absolute and without mercy” “Not sure if I should enter further.” “She’s dreaming her weaving.” “Shit she’s that part of Brahmin.” “OK” One of her legs is feeling in front” “Has she sensed me?” I blend into what she’s weaving so she won’t detect me: an eclipse. The spot it turns on she looks at through the sun, this is where she gathers her information, from her sister the bestower.” “Her sister, if you’ve ever seen an eclipse is a huge eye that turns every hundred years or so to collect information for her sisters.” “She looks at America.” “This is not good.” “For the bestower will hand out their fate eventually.” “What’s this, an image of a rogue nation.” “She is spinning now, weaving the fate of each person: for a cat a cocoon of protection, for a father poison.” “each according to their own.” “There are many spiders here.” “They crawl on the walls and roof.” “It is dark.” I feel something touch me and am filled with love.” “I suddenly see a cocoon being wove around me.” “But I am free and must free myself from this spell or be stuck here forever.” “I light some incense, I put my feet in the earth, I call on Brahmin.” “But as I leave into her sisters eye, I feel a spider bite.” “It is bubbling by the time I get to the bestower, who by the way is very angry.” “My world” she says” “I think natural world” but she sees fire and water. “ “I am thrown by a wave into a fire pit.” “I am burning” “Damn, they know about me now.” “I must find a loophole.” “What? As I am nearly consumed” “Oh, a wave to get out.” “Its my last chance” “A wave comes and picks me up, the final sister times arrow cuts behind me with her sword” “I won’t let the other two hurt you you are free, she says.” “The Fates stand in human form in front of me.” “We are watching you” they say, the bestower echoes the weaver and times arrow echoes the bestower.” “And what?” I say all I do is travel, I don’t get involved.” “We want you to change Brahmins dream for the sake of dear humanity” “You mean change the Dream of that which dreams me?” “How is that even possible?” “Perception” “Enlightenment” “The One.” “They shimmered. “Isn’t that just a party trick?” I ask” “Energy flux” they say as one.” “Sing a new future, return to people, their country.” “Do you mean like an Indigenous dream?” “They all reply “Go to wherever you like. You have changed our dreams, you must change Brahmin’s.” “But I only observe, how could I change your dreams?” “You appeared to us. We spin Brahmin’s dream” “Appear to him and plea for humanity. We are only who we are.” “And they disappeared. And suddenly I was in a dream, my own dream.” “A girl, malnourished and left for dead appeared.” “I couldn’t control my dream, but I was aware I was stuck in it.” “I fed her a horse and she changed into a unicorn and flew up.” “A feather remained where she was. I picked it up and “put it in the ground” I heard like dream transmission. So I did.” “I was suddenly just a woman, a normal woman.” “Flesh” “And I woke up.” “Now”, I heard “do you see the mercy I unconditionally give all, even destruction?” “Oh,” I said, “But can’t you help them? Destruction would mean their demise.” “Nothing demises, all is energy flux, movement, song.” “Gypsy, forms change, like you from flesh to dream.” “Do you understand?”