Tea, With The Devil
(A Two Hour Long Dream Remembered By Pendragon)
I heard a call from the window. Getting up from my studies I proceeded over to the manor window to find out who called.
I saw that it was Lucifer. He wanted me to come out for something. I didn’t know what and didn’t care, for I had a lot of work to do. I turned from the window, as if giving my answer to be no. His face image burned in front of me saying that I had all the time in eternity to finish later. I couldn’t tell if that was a plea or a threat. Exhaling I finally said okay.
Leaving the manor, I saw a blank field all around the house. Nothing, complete whiteness, for the landscape was what only my mind could create. I didn’t seem to need much for my landscape. There was a large tree, though, by the house. It was the only thing with color. And under this tree was a gray boulder where Lord Lucifer sat, waiting for me. He was dressed gentlemanly with an old fashion suit, like the ones you see on old Sherlock homes movies. He had a long black cape and a cain. No top hat though, I think I joked with him about that. I turned to lock my door with no lock, but to which only I could open. We were ready to go.
And I woke up, briefly, to my mother turning off the VCR and getting the loud Stereo TV blaring at me. She was watching some kind of alien movie, which a friend taped for us. I turned off the Stereo by remote, as she left to go up-stairs to sleep. I realized I only had an hour before my alarm would wake me to get ready to go to work, and that my strange dream had Lord Lucifer Morning-Star, the Fallen, the Devil, in it. I zonked out again.
We were in a car, a little red sports car, driving to some sort of parking lot in an extravagantly big mall. I couldn’t tell if I was driving or if I was the passenger. For it seemed that we were both. At one minute I was driving while he was talking to me, casually, from the passenger seat. And the next minute he would be driving, while I would be answering him or thinking deeply to the importance of what he just said, throwing in my points of view, from the passenger seat. I took the ticket, from the ticket-spitter, opening the gate, and driving through the ramp. He parked the car. Through all this we kept on talking, about what, I can’t remember, but I do know that it was an intense conversation to where I didn’t even realize that we entered the ramp or were parking the car.
My alarm went off and I turned around the bed to hit the nine-minute snooze button. I switched the pillows, and myself, around so I was now sleeping next to the clock with a cooled pillow beneath my head. I remember being extremely warm to which my body was sweating. I thought it was strange to be so warm on such a cold dawn. Pulling a cold sheet over me, I wondered if I was going to be able to fall asleep again.
Lucifer and I were walking through an indoor park still talking casually. Trees everywhere. He told me about the greatness of the tree. He even credited himself for the design and concept of the tree and the way they help in making our life. He even complimented me on the large one I had at the manor. Park benches aligned, every-so-often, the side of the swirling red bricked sidewalk we walked down. Birds dived through the air, people talked, children with balloons ran around playing tag, lover’s sat on a bench kissing. I remember spying Lucifer’s silver cain with a black ball shaped handle. I remember him sitting with the cain on the rock, but its not until now that I realize he has it. I remember small raindrops slightly drizzling down. That’s when I noticed the umbrella in my right hand. I was using it like a cain, and I wondered if I should open it.
Grandma yelled downstairs trying to wake me. It worked. I said what, signaling that I was awake. She wanted to know if I wanted eggs for breakfast. Sure, anything to get rid of her. The alarm went off and I snoozed it again.
Lucifer told me that I should stop disappearing, as he raised his teacup to his lips. I notice that Lucifer is an elegant man with fair blonde hair and strange eyes that had no real one color at one time. He was, after all, the first Angel to be made, and was the handsomest. We continued our talk getting deeper into realities. He started telling me about life and the living. I remember that, as he talked, I picked up a small cookie, a crumpet he told me. I never tried a crumpet. I tasted it and found a dull, plain taste. It had a tiny pinch of sugar sprinkled on top of it, which did not sweeten the taste. He told me to try dunking it. I did, finding that the crumpet tasted better soaked in the sweet tea. He then continued our conversation telling me interesting facts about the death world and that I would not be able to leave here if I wasn’t alive.
Grandma yelled downstairs again trying to make sure that I was awake and getting ready to go to work. Breakfast was done. She thought I had to be there by seven this Sunday morning. I yelled back no, I didn’t have to be there until seven-thirty. She was getting on my nerves. And I wasn’t about to physically get up and go upstairs until after six thirty. I started to doze wondering why the alarm didn’t go off again. The thought rolled through my mind. I wouldn’t be able to leave here if I wasn’t alive. Wow. What was I dreaming about? How could this dream actually be continuing as it did? It seemed almost impossible. "Impossible to what," he asked me as we walked through the mall. I didn’t understand. His attention turned as he glanced over a Pewter Seller's wares in the middle of the hall. An interesting thing the mall was, he said as I told him about the realities of a mall. He compared it by saying that all we did was put a roof over the old main street, where all the peddlers walked the store streets selling their wares. Then he made an interesting joke about how the things never really change but get modern. I told him that the cities are bigger and have many malls now. Yes, he said, all the worlds are becoming bigger, and more crowded. He bought a mid size dragon, about two hand lengths big, from the lady. We headed back towards the car as our evening was over.
I awoke one last time, knowing that I dreadfully had to start the day. Later that day I wrote a sentence saying that
Lord Samael Morning-Star, the Fallen, was an intrusting one to have tea with.-PENDRAGON-
Interchangeable Dreams
All I am, is Interchangeable Dreams...
But to wake up within your eyes is to set at ease the harth of all my being. Nose caressed against nose. Lips parted as tongues play. Eyes locked as two souls are intertwined into one, spreading fire through the cold night.
Give to me this very eve the Passion that fills you.
And I will give to thee the Lust that creates me.
And Together only Love Will Be.
Spread your angelic wings and take me within your arms. Lifting us up from this earthly hell, where the Word of Love is tainted by those who use it only for gain and profit. The Devils of a cheep Fuck be damned! For together, with wings wide, we will thrust into the night, the feeling known as light, given from the sound of two hearts composed as one.
Be strong, for the sky we travel may falter, but believe in me and we shall not fall, if we keep holding on to each other.
Look through the illusions, what do you see?
But one and one make three.
Laugh if you want. Yet reality does not need to be.
As long as your here with me.
My Angel, bathed in Blue, as I am veiled in Purple. Hold me in your arms and hide me in your wings. Engulfed in your embrace, I feel myself become apart of you. Our lives will never be the same.
Splashing through the Tides of Darkness, swirling the Seas of Disbelief, two souls defy Loneliness & Grief. For together the have created Heaven.
-Pendragon-
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