09 Dec. 15 4:45 am …Dream… In my dream I saw the image of a woman in pink, embossed on a purple dragon. As my mind’s eye (third eye) slowly panned the dragon and the surrounding scene, I heard a voice say that she was the Lady of Shalott and that she was a purple Heart woman. I then heard a man’s voice talking in rhyme. It was faint at first, but grew louder and louder. He was talking about a woman full of rare beauty, the Lady of Shalott.
As I was listening to him, I became enthralled in the words and the loving yet lamenting tone of his voice and I didn’t think of writing down the words until he finished speaking as it was then that I woke up. In the process of waking up and reaching for my journal, I forgot the poem. What I did remember was what the man was saying after the poem, that he was there, and that he is also living in the present time and that these remembrances were of his own memory. That after the older King died, that she searched far and wide for a new mate worthy of the throne.
I tried to remember the poem and more of what he said afterwards, but couldn’t. What I did recall was part of a poem that I had memorized in High school referring to the lady of Shalott. The poem I remembered didn’t have anything to do with the poem that I heard in my dream, except that it was written/spoken in a similar manner.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.