A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that I have had every year for about five years now and every year I get further and further into the dream. However, I have never really paid attention to it before until now. I one night was reading poems from a book and in my dream I follow this old woman to a store through hills of snow and rain. Then finally we reach this forest filled in whole with spacious darkness.We go to this store and its underground with dirt floors and ceilings, and even though it is raining outside in silence it is inside. The floor as dry as the deserts of the world. When we get into the store the woman and I start talking but I can't understand her and I have this lost feeling inside,and I am confused to why I am here. Then she starts reciting this poem and I come out of the trance. I start to say the poem along with her like I know it by heart and then the dream ends. When I had waken up the next day I layed in my bed for hours because I couldn't remember the poem and yet I knew it. So as I was stating before I was reading the book of poems and I start reading a poem by Andrew Marvell and the first line it hit me this was the poem in my dream. The first realization of this sent chills through by entire body and my heart started beating faster then ever, its scared me but I don't know what it means and I suppose I never will.
THE DEFINITION OF LOVE
by Andrew Marvell
I.
My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
It was begotten by Despair,
Upon Impossibility.
II.
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
III.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed ;
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
IV.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.
V.
And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have placed, (Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),
Not by themselves to be embraced,
VI.
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear. And, us to join, the world should all Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
VII.
As lines, so love's oblique, may well
Themselves in every angle greet :
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
VIII.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
