In the dream, I am bound to an exacting King. I work in the garden, but the garden is dead because of this exacting King. At some point in the dream, I could be freed but I had to go through that mythical series of tests. Somewhere, during the testing, I got fed up and turned my back on the King and walked into the dead garden and out an opened gate.
I don’t remember what was on the other side of the gate. Hahaha! Or maybe I didn’t care…and shortly after that, my life began to change due to choices I began making.
So I’m working on a poem for this – Dreams We Don’t Remember Having.