Last night I was lying in bed pondering the T challenge. The idea popped into my head that I could write about buried treasure, and then I drew a blank. Apart from liking pirate stories, I couldn’t think of much to actually say about the subject. Then I fell asleep, and had a dream. It was a really weird dream.
In the dream, Ger and I were off on holiday somewhere exotic. I went off on my own for a few hours to explore. So, off I flew…… as you do in dreams- careful not to rise to far above treetop level, wary of obtrusive telephone wires.
Anyway I flew, ha hum…past a bend in the river and came to some swampy ground. The place was lit up with a sort of luminous haze. It was beautiful but also a bit creepy. I rested a while in the long marsh grass, and saw to my surprise that there were large chunks of rocks submerged in the mud. Each piece was brick shaped and had a series of cut out geometrical holes shot through it.
I fished one out and flew off.
Note, I was not able to fly quite so high this time due the weight of the rock.
When I got back to our accommodation, I found out that I had visited a place called, Jah. It was an ancient burial ground used by Cuban witch doctors. Apparently, it was a popular destination for tourists!
Anyway, when I woke up, I thought EUREKA!
This dream was about BURIED TREASURE.
(It may also be about what’s buried deep in my possibly dodgy subconscious, but we’ll draw a veil over that!)
So, what I take from all this nonsense is the fact that my vision of buried treasure is a brick shaped rock, shot with holes.
Why did I consider this rock to be a treasure? Four reasons.
- I liked its sculptural qualities.
- I planned to give it to Ger, who is artistically inclined.
- If he failed to appreciate it, it would look nice in my flower border.
- It had provenance on account of all the dead witch doctors
What is your vision of buried treasure???