I had another dream last night.
Evel Knievel flying high up in the air. It was his jump at Caesar’s Palace- one
of his first. But in this dream version there was a significantly larger crowd,
probably hundreds upon thousands of people. In the crowd were his first wife,
his second wife, and his children. They all had completely despondent faces. Then
I realized the whole crowd had the same miserable expression on and all were completely silent. Knievel’s bike flew off the ramp, wheels spinning, hands
gripped tight, body tipping slowly backwards to reach maximum hight, and yet it remained ghostly silent as he glided along.
As I watched I began to notice sparks
shoot up from behind him, then small flames, which grew, and grew until his
entire bike was consumed in orange and yellow wings. The crowd finally started shouting,
chanting almost, and it dawned on me that we were no longer at Caesar’s palace in
Las Vegas, we were in a massive coliseum!
I began
shouting madly and waving my arms as the flames grew wider and wider! Knievel
careened down towards the landing ramp and just as he was about to land,
through the helmet and flames, I saw his eyes. They were flat, cold, and lonely.
Stairing almost dead at me.
Then bam. I woke up.
Now I need to know. I need to know
what was behind those eyes. I need to find out where those flames were coming
from. What brought that look to the audience’s faces?
I must meet him.
I have a feeling this will not be the last dream I have of
such depth and mystery. In fact, I feel as though they will only get more
elaborate from here. My subconscious will push me forward.
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