The Sacred Dream

Thursday, March 05, 2015 Jawad Haider 1 Comments Category :

- Jawad Haider
1st Year   

One night, when he was nine-year-old, Augustus had quite a vexing dream and with a sudden gasp he woke up in the middle of night, breathing heavily. He couldn’t understand something about the dream. He couldn’t say if it was a dream at all, for as far as he knew, dream could not be so close to reality. There must be something that he couldn’t understand. He went out of his room and spent the rest of the night staring at the sky, wondering if what was told in the dream true. There were stars and planets (and gods) on the darkened blanket of sky. Obviously he couldn’t see the planets (and the gods too) but we so clearly know how faith can direct us anywhere it wants.

Augustus kept staring at the sky; perhaps he could catch the blessing stares of Jupiter on him; perhaps he could see the spear of Mars directed at a land unknown to him; the goddess of love, Venus is going to bless someone with eternal love and perhaps he can see it with his humanly eyes. There was so much to see that was believed to be left unseen but Augustus believed he could see every god’s deed with mere two eyes. If faith can make you believe in unseen gods, it can also make you see one.

So the night was entirely spent with eyes on the watch but no strange act was detected in the heavens. Perhaps the gods were asleep. The next morning Augustus ran up to his mother to ask her to give him permission to go out with his friends.

They were playing in the streets when two men, middle-aged came towards them. One of them had a bushy mustache and the other had a beard. They both seemed to be strangers and Romans at the same time and something was really atypical about them. The children stopped playing and stared at the two strangers. The man with the beard smiled and said, ‘Why don’t you children play in the parks? That’s what every child does.’

‘We go there only to hear stories,’ Aeliana stepped forward. She sounded like a stubborn little girl.
The man with the beard looked at the other man who nodded. ‘Okay then. I’ll tell you story.’

Every child roared with excitement. All of them went to the park and sat around the man with the beard. ‘My name is Lucius,’ said the man with the beard, ‘and he is Marcus.’ He pointed at the man with a mustache.

Every little kid was impatient as they rocked back and forth on the ground. Lucius guessed it and started at once. ‘Okay then. Let’s start with the story,’ said he. ‘One fine morning, before the creation of man, the god Jupiter was sitting on his mighty throne. For some reason though, he looked troubled. He was the supreme god and could do whatever he desired but there was one thing he couldn’t do.’

‘And what’s that?’ Every child asked.

‘He couldn’t place impossibilities in the room of possibilities.’

Every child looked a little confused. Lucius noticed that, ‘Let me explain. On Mount Olympus where the twelve gods lived, there were two very, very special rooms. One, the room of possibilities. The other was room of impossibilities. Impossibilities were made by Saturn, the father of Jupiter. Only he could control them. All the other gods were left with possibilities, but Jupiter wanted to take control of impossibilities as well. So what he did, he took parts from each impossibility and took dreams from the room of possibilities and merged them together. He placed these sacred dreams in a box which was then placed in the room of possibilities. Now he could do everything he wanted. Everything impossible for others was now possible for him.’

‘We never heard that before,’ said a child named Gaius.

‘Now you have,’ Lucius smiled. ‘Now you all know that Prometheus created man and blessed him with fire which he stole from Jupiter. What you don’t know is that he also sneaked into the room of possibilities and opened that box. The sacred dreams escaped and became a part of man. Now every man born among us has the power to do impossibilities. Everything that you can dream is possible. Whatever you can imagine can be realized. You just have to believe that you can do it. Everything that is seen through closed eyes can be achieved with open eyes. The end of story.’

Every child clapped but Augustus was suddenly engulfed by the recalling of his dream last night. He remained silent and Lucius stared at him from the corner of his eyes.

‘Now kids, tell me about your most recent dream. I assure you that it will be true and can be realized. Believe me,’ Lucius said and a sudden wave of joy passed through the children. ‘You kid over there. What’s your name?’ He pointed at Augustus.


‘Such a fine name. Come on; tell me about your most recent dream.’

There was a long pause and then he started.

‘Well, last night I had a dream,’ said Augustus. ‘I saw future in it.’


‘Yes, future. The people there had seen our gods, but they didn’t call them gods. In fact they didn’t believe that they are gods.’

‘What do they believe in then?’

‘Planets. That’s what they called them.’

‘Planets? Why would they call them planets?’

‘I don’t know. And goddess Venus was the nearest planet to Earth, I heard one man say to another in my dream.’

‘That explains a lot, doesn’t it? Venus, the goddess of love. Love is always needed to sustain our Earth. I can guess that Mars would be the planet on the other side of Earth.’

Augustus was shocked. ‘How do you know that?’

‘It’s much clear and understood, son. The fate of man has always been subjected to the clash of war and love. They always have a choice. They may choose god Mars and wage a war, or they may choose Venus to prevail love and peace.’

Augustus nodded in reply. Nothing could have explained it better. It sounded logical.

‘Is that all?’ Lucius demanded.

‘Yes. Is my dream true? Did it actually show me the future?’

Lucius looked a little confused at this question. He looked at Marcus who again nodded. ‘Yes. I guess it did,’ said Lucius.

All the children started raising their hands to tell him about their dreams but now Lucius didn’t want to hear them. ‘Why not you tell me about your dreams tomorrow? In this park, the same time?’
That was the last thing the kids expected. Anyhow they stood and left, leaving Marcus and Lucius alone. Lucius turned towards Marcus.

‘The boy knows. He knows future. He knows our time.’ Lucius sounded troubled.

Marcus smiled and spoke for the first time, ‘What wonders a child’s imagination can perform! But no worries, for the rejections and the criticism he’ll face when he opens the story of his dream to the society will force him to believe it as a mere fantasy that has no link with reality.’

Lucius simply nodded in approval.

“Time to report back. Roman Civilization is as rich as ours!” said Marcus.

“What about other dreams?” Lucius demanded.

“We found the sacred one. No need for others. We should leave.”

Before they vanished in the thin air, a child somewhere in the vicinity heard Lucius say: “Want a cappuccino when we get back?” 



  1. you should write more omg. Loved it!