Not a dream

I awoke one morning still dreaming wide awake...or was I. Before me was a vertical intersection of knots, splinters, thorns, and rusty spikes. Its height was defying and it weighed just as much as a servant could pull on his back. Craftsmanship coupled with death, a truly torturous combination. Surrounding me stands a mixed crowd. Jeers of approval and tears of utter sadness. A liar, imposter, theif, a human. A mother in the crowd cannot hold back her tears. She is comforted by followers and family. Why the tears? Only a mother can know. I look around again. More eyes gazing upon the same scene as me begin to shed tears. Ignorance continues in others. A mother's love, true love, truth, immortal. Blood is dripping into the same dust and soil that the crowd is standing on. If they only knew. I am not blind, I know exactly what I am looking at. I think? A cost, burdened yet freed, a payment. What in the world?

Clouds are beginning to gather overhead. Wind is picking up and tears from the heavens begin to saturate the parched Earth below. For such beauty, unbeautiful weather. Is it anger, rage, understanding, something planned? The sun peeks below the troubling scene overhead. The shadows are elonganted across this deathly steep hill.

I glance up and lock eyes with a seemingly loving man. His arms are spread wide as he gracefully peers down at me from his vantage. He doesn't smile. His eyes wincing from the pain of the wind in his face. It seems as though something is bothering him. He questions me from his perspective, "Do you know why you are here?"

Suprised I respond, "Actually. NO? I think I do?"

Even farther he digs, "Have you paid to be here?"

"Nope, I haven't. Should I?"

Generously he responds, "Don't worry I'll cover you"

Appreciatively I reply, "Hey, thank you sir!"

With a concerned tone in his voice, "Do you know how much I payed for this view? To be here today?"

Quickly I say, "No, I don't but you must be gener..."

"Everything", he utters politely cutting me off.

I realize I am still awake as I peacefully gaze around my room. The sun is rising in the east and brightening my room. The grills in the window have created a cross-shaped shadow upon the cold concrete wall across from them. I am not who I was.