Due to the restless night he fell back into a deep sleep.
Someone knocking on the bedroom door awakened him. As he called for the person to come in, he realized that he was no longer in the room where he had fallen asleep, but in a room of his parent’s home.
He was looking very puzzled when his mother come though the door, "Is
anything wrong? " she asked him.
He looked at his mother and wondered if he should tell her about the
problems he was having with Tess, writing the song, and the dream that
had left him wondering if he was still dreaming or not.
She sat down on the bed next to him and said, "I know there is something bothering you, after all I am your mother."
He sat thoughtfully thinking, "Where do I start?" he asked his mother.
"From the beginning is usually the best place to start," she replied.
"Well, let me see," he said more to himself than to his mother, "let me start from about a week ago. Tess and I had another argument. I am
getting so fed up with the arguing all the time."
"Is that all you are worried about? The only advise I can give you there iIs to follow your heart," she replied in all her wisdom.
"No, some more happened," he continued, "as I said, we had a argument
and I ended up sleeping on Pat sofa again. We ended up drinking and I
made the decision to write my own song about the crusades. I’m having
so much trouble in writing it that I have started to think that I will never make it as a singer/song writer."
"Well all I can tell you is to keep on dreaming," his mother said, "one
day that dream will come true."
"That’s not all, I have written the beginning so many times that I had filled up Pat's rubbish bin with just paper. I had just started to clean it up when Pat come in and told me that I needed a break. We both thought it would be a good idea for me to come and see the both of you. So Pat checked the van for me. On the way down, as usual, the engine over heated, so I
pulled over to let it cool down and I must have fallen asleep."
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, the next thing I remembered was walking though some woods were I came to a clearing with a ring of stones, just like the ones at Stone
Hedge. I sat down and had something to eat. Then thought I would try
and work out some cords on my lute for the song. As I walked around
playing, it seemed like the stones had joined in, and then the music got
stronger and louder all the time. The next thing I remembered was waking up in some bed room with the most beautiful girl sitting in a
chair keeping watch over me."
"Mum," he added, "she looked as if she was made out of porcelain and
would break if someone touched her. She told me that she had found me
in the circle of stones and I had been asleep for three day's.
I asked her what the year was to be told it was 1190 and the king was
King Richard, you know, Richard the Lion-heart. Well after having something to eat I went back to sleep. I then awoke in the same room a
couple of hours later and must have fallen asleep again, to wake up
here. How long have I been here mum?"
"You were brought here late last night by a policeman that said he had
found you asleep in your van on the side of the road and you would not
wake up when he tried, but because there was no sign of any injuries he
decided it would be best for you to be brought here. And as for the rest, well, it is only you that can make up your mind on what the dream might mean." On that she got up and walked to the door turning around and said, "It will all work out for you. I can feel it in my bones."
He sat there for a bit longer, still wondering if he had been dreaming
about the crusades due to his song, or whether he was still asleep and
dreaming that he was in his parents home.
How was he going to work out what it all meant.
