The Dream I Never Wanted to Wake From (PART I)


From the dream I saw on October 9, 2009…



PART I:


It started like most dreams do… a haze… a shifting space where time didn’t quite exist, or didn’t move in any way I recognized.

And suddenly… I was on the set of Merlin.

But it didn’t feel like a set.

It didn’t feel like fiction.

I wasn’t sure if I was watching a show… or living inside another era entirely.


Somehow, the story and the world had folded into each other.

The line between them blurred, until they became one.

And it felt real - not in a logical way, but in the way a place does when your heart reacts before your mind can explain why.


Like I’d stepped into a version of the world I was never meant to find… but somehow had.

A world suspended between stone and silence… and something I can only call familiar.


Stone corridors, candlelight, velvet shadows…

Everything around me breathed like history - but the kind that still knew my name.

It didn’t feel made-up.

It felt like a memory I didn’t know I had.


I wasn’t a visitor.

I wasn’t watching from the outside.


I was there.

Wandering slowly through the cast and crew - not as an outsider, but as someone who belonged.

And the entire time… there was this quiet pull in my chest.

That stillness before something important happens.

The kind of electricity that tells you:

This moment matters.


I wasn't thinking just yet.

Not really…






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