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When I woke up, the first thing I knew was that I don’t have a fantastic loving Grandpa who looks like that and lives right there. I thought I’d seen my infantile image of God in my dream, foreseeing how it would be after my death, tying to explain my coinciding return back to the life on the Earth using the Grand Snake of Destiny as a carrier, or thinking of it either as of my reincarnation or return to life after awakening from some kind of coma. I was even wandering whose dream it might be, and I told it to some of my close friends and analysts to hear their opinions. Maybe I was talking about it fearing that otherwise I would forget it or fearing that if it hadn’t happened to me I would lose so much so I wanted to share it with all those who hadn’t visited him in the dream.
Anyway, the most pleasant feeling of being with our Grandpa followed by the most indescribable feeling of falling down to life from the stars, seemed to me like revealing the other part of our journey in the circle (if there’s any circle) which sends our souls to the God, and then sends them back to become a part of the Snake of Life, to be born again. It was like some universal memory, universal in the sense like the build of our bodies is universal – one head, two arms, two legs….
I even saw my (human) feet in the dream to have the confirmation that I was going to come to life (in the dream) like a human, or this was how I think about that dream now.
Oh, hundreds of associations and new questions emerge any time I talk about it. I wish to visit that place from my dreams again and to find more answers, but at the same time, I remember very clearly that this was the place where all the answers ceased to exist, where questions were turned into one overwhelmingly pleasant feeling of bliss, so full of warmth, shine and with the air so sweet, the taste of water so divine….
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Zorica Vukovic
Zo belongs to a generation of average middle-aged intellectuals who grew up in a unique environment of the country known as the former Yugoslavia, which shrank in the last decade of the 20th century, divided into a few new states through civil war and finally dissolved into a union of states known as Serbia and Montenegro. She writes from her early youth, neither living of it, nor even living for it, just observing and meditating upon various issues of life and humanity. Her totemistic values are: love, creativity, ethics and the daily improvement of communications and actions on a global level.
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