A dream I had… So, I woke up in another world. Not so unusual, for me, seeing as I’m always waking up in other worlds. This one wasn’t much different from most of the others I wake up in on a regular basis yet I instantly understood I’d never been to this particular place before. I’ve always known I’d get here, sooner or later, mind you. Just, I’d always assumed I wouldn’t see this place until after I was dead, had slipped the mortal coil and gone on to whatever comes next in the eternal march of existence. “You should try some of this cheese.” Jesus said, holding out a neatly sliced chunk of loamy yellow. “It’s really good.” I just stare at him for a second. He knows why I’m here, there’s no doubting that so, it’s a safe assumption that I’m supposed to be here. I got a sneaking feeling I knew exactly why, too. “Oh, the new guy gets the cheese and I’ve been sitting here next to you for the longest.” lamented Muhammad, a laugh in his eye. “Where’s my cheese, brother? Don’t I get to taste of such great fare as yours?” he joked without a smile. Jesus chuckled, used to his brother’s dry wit. “Why ever should I give to you your own fare, Muhammad? You made the cheese, after all. I’m sure you’ll make more. It really is excellent cheese, though. Are you sure you won’t try some?” So I took the cheese and sat down with Jesus and Muhammad as they broke break around a stone hearth. There were others in the area, Buddha was in the corner booth watching the water in his goblet burn with multicolored flames and I was pretty sure that was Socrates in the toga over by the fountain. Or was that Plato? Whoever. I took a bite of the cheese and started to ask Muhammad but said to Jesus instead, “Hey, this cheese is good!” Muhammad grunted a chuckle and Jesus nodded with a smile and I got the hint. Shut up and eat. So we sat in silence while Jesus passed me a cup of water that was wine on my tongue; Muhammad laid out more excellent fare from the basket by his seat, plums, dates, hot bread hard, crunchy crust outside and fluffy sweet in the middle. Jesus ate with the happy grin of one contented with his lot while Muhammad put away his portions in efficient, measured fashion. No one said anything outright but when the three Mary’s passed through, both Muhammad and Jesus offered murmurs of acknowledgement, a short, “Sisters…” From Muhammad and a “Hi Mom…” from Jesus as the transient woman patted her son’s head in passing. She glanced at my staring gaze a moment before leaving the area, the sense of motherly understanding so strong in her bearing that, for a brief second there, she looked to me exactly like my own mother, then she was gone with her pair of moniker twins in tow. There was a tense space of seconds when Confucius broke into a wracking spate of coughing but Buddha was there in a flash, smacking the smaller man on his back once which dislodged the chicken bone and released Confucius from his asphyxiation abruptly. Confucius stared at the bone while everyone stared at him for another moment before the old man grinned and said to Buddha, “There’s a lesson in this but I’ll be damned if I know what it is right now!” Buddha laughed heartily, clapped his ancient friend on the back, Jesus chuckled, Muhammad shook his head and I ate some more of the best cheese I’ve ever put in my mouth... Then I woke up...
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 11:00:08 +0000
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