If in search of something coherent, do not read on.

All of a sudden, I was in a dark place listening to a judge pronouncing the final verdict of my crimes. Some included accusing me of abandoning my daughter. My heart pounded fast and a little fraction of my past life started to return to my memory. All the while, I could hear a piano playing gently in the background. It was so clear I can still hear its keys ringing in my ears. I was released out into the night streets on my own. Rose petals abandoned the roses and were swept by the gentle breeze. Floating and lingering around me, their scent filled the air and I remember feeling wonderful. The city's bright lights sparkled and reflected onto the long river flowing downwards, towards places I didn't know but longed to see. Someone waved at me and I wasn't sure whether they waved goodbye or hello. I never found out as the river over flew and I was swept off. I knew I couldn't swim, but I floated effortlessly and smiled, despite my fear of that huge great ship that was heading straight towards me...and I woke up.

Sitting at my desk writing these words, I couldn't remember how much of it really happened and how much was a dream. Reality doesn't seem to be able to find its way out of my dreams, and my dreams don't make sense. It felt like looking at those cuneiform inscriptions engraved on King Chalmonezzar's thrown. They looked beautiful, meaningful and of great value, yet I didn't know how to translate them.

In my dreams, I see fairies dare each other to dip their wings into the Tigris, only to face huge dragons that overshadow the river and set the fairies alight with their angry breath. Their tiny wings in flames, sparkle over the gently flowing waterway and turn into gold dust. The gold dust forms the deserts that people of Arabia live on.

The gift sort of vanished amongst all the jumbled mess; perhaps turned into gold dust too.