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Rain Dream.
Rain Dream.
It had been raining all night long. This I thought will be my lucky day for it has stopped raining. Leaving the house I saw the many puddles of water along the road and also on the pavement. Time I thought for the Council to have the roads seen too. I was not really paying attention for splash I stepped right inti a large puddle of water.
What happened next I really cannot say for I felt a dizziness and closed my eyes. On opening my eyes I found myself to be in a strange town. This was not Great Britain that is for sure. People are dressed differently even the language they speak is not the Queen's English.
Two men approached me and asked me to go with them, I was it seems awaited. I went with the two men to a wonderful palace, I can only call it a palace it is a wonderful building with many domes built onto the roof. I now was beginning to feel the heat of the sun. This place can only be in the middle east.
Entering the Palace with the two men I was greeted by an elderly man. “Welcome to my home stranger, We have been waiting for you to appear as foretold by our ancestors. I was taken to a room fitted with the most modern of showers. Waiting for me were fresh clean clothes and a robe similar to that the man that greeted me was wearing.
After my shower and change of clothing I felt more relaxed. I was shown by a man into a huge room that I can only describe as a library, although there were no bound books to be seen. On shelves were rolls and rolls of parchments to be seen. Sitting at a large desk the man that greeted me asked me to take a seat on a comfortable chair placed next to his desk. Fresh drinks were served and I was handed a roll of parchment. The parchment was old, very old it had over the years become yellow with age. To my surprise the writing was in English. I read the following words. A stranger will appear and bring good news, The time is ripe for Daluiamn Onadzedi's wife to give birth to a boy that will lead the world to everlasting peace.
I was then shown to room and was told to rest as in the evening a feast was to be held to celebrate the good news. I was shown all the courtesies and treated like a prophet. In the middle of the festivities I suddenly found myself walking once again in a puddle. I can hardly believe it myself that I was an honoured guest at some middle eastern Palace. The shock on finding myself back to a wet English day treading in puddles was soon over and I walked quickly home and put the kettle on for a cup of sweet tea. Now I am beginning to think that I had a day dream or that my imagination had run away with me.
