A Dream about a Warrior

A fiction short story

I’ve arrived in a new land. Stepping out of the space ship, I’m breathing hot and heavy air into my lungs. There is an intense foreign smell, that makes my heartbeat go faster. I’m shyly walking towards the shade of palm trees, standing in a few meters distance. From afar, I hear the sound of an elephant and temple melodies. ‘I don’t belong here’ is all what I can think. 

This thought lingered in my mind for a long time after I woke up. I stopped myself from rubbing my puffy eyes, cause they won’t fade away quickly anyways. It’s cold and I slide back under my blanket. In no time I’m back again in the other world, sleeping. And dreaming.

He walks towards me determined, but slowly. His bare feet stir up the sand from below and his dark hair is reflecting the sun from above. I can’t take my eyes away. I’m still sitting under the palm trees, somehow waiting for something to happen, when I turned my head to the side and spotted him from a distance. As soon as he’s close enough, I realise that he’s intensively staring in my direction too. For a second, I forget to breath. For a minute, the hot air around me is not carrying any foreign sounds anymore. As soon as the noises are hitting my ear drums again, I become hyper aware of myself and look away. 

Flashback. Déjà vu. I don’t know what it is, but I have this strong feeling of knowing this man. ‘He won’t harm you, relax’, is how I’m trying to calm myself down. There are only a few meters left between us, when he stops walking. I’m slowly moving my eyes up to his and realise that he hasn’t stoped staring. My face is blushing and my heart starts racing.

I screamed in my pillow as soon as I realised that it was the cold, that woke me up this time. I’m shivering. If there’s something I can’t stand than it is to freeze. I’m missing the extensive heat from the other world already and more importantly I can’t forget this man. His appearance is carved into my thoughts. I stand up to turn on the coffee machine. 

He must have been from a different galaxy. I haven’t seen anybody like him before. ‘Damn, I’ve never traveled that far’ I thought while sipping on my mug. His frequency was radiating in complete strength and dignity. He’s a warrior, for sure. No question about it. They have kingly warrior tribes in other galaxies too. That’s at least what I’ve heard in one of the stories, told by my grandmother a long time ago. But there’s more to it. His energy was not coming from anywhere else but from his chest. I saw it with my own eyes, he had his energy bundled and focused in his heart. Not even on my current planet I encounter that often.

I’m putting the full cup of coffee on the dining table and walk back to my bed. It takes me much longer than usual to fall back asleep, but at least I know that I’ll be going back to his world. The years of training were finally showing its fruits.

First I can only feel the heat, than I’m slowly seeing my surroundings again. He’s still standing there. As if he’d waited. Since I don’t speak his language I’m bowing to him. He laughs and shakes his head. I smile back at him. We wont have a lot of time. I was aware of the fact that my body back on my planet had already enough sleep and my travels were limited to a short amount of space time. 

In retrospective I understood that it was my nervousness that caused the space time to shrink to its minimum. I was too shaken and insecure to handle nearly anything that happened in our short interaction. But I’m not complaining. First of all, I never thought I could travel that far, and until today I believe that he helped me somehow to find him. Secondly, the downloads he gifted me are beyond my comprehension and I’m still unrevealing most of them. Thirdly, how could my sadness overshadow the immense joy I felt meeting him?

He gifted me with the understanding of love. I forgot all about it. He gifted me with the understanding of friendship and of a loving, kind heart. Until today this download isn’t completed yet, and my intellect is struggling like a overheated computer to process the data. I suspect, that since my planet is not using the same source code, it’ll never be fully downloaded. 

Since then, all my dreams are having a bitter taste to it. Whenever I close my eyes, I’m praying to get back there. I really want to thank him. But I know that the more I wish for a dream to happen, the more it’ll take time to get back around to that place. I still can’t speak his language. But I think I figured a way to show him my love and gratitude. To the kingly warrior from another galaxy.

with love,
WITTA.

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