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Dreamlady Robert M Tidmarsh
Dreamlady, a word, yes a word but behind it a story. It goes back into a time far gone, and a very young girl who lived in Hungary during the 18th century, a girl and her dreams, a girl full of passion and hope.
DREAMLADY
The story, I am about to tell, begins in Nagykapornak, a small village in Hungary near to the Balaton lake. It was a very small and shabby village with a large church crowning the hill above the main square. The people who lived at that time in Nagykapornak were very poor farmers who spent most of their lives working all day long in the fields, which surrounded the village.
A young girl named Marika lived in the village and played in the fields whilst watching the farmers harvest their crops. Marika always sat beneath a large old oak tree on the edge of the fields dreaming she was a queen or princess and living in a palace. Her family were very poor and her little dress was torn and worn, she was a very frail little girl who was often ill this was caused mostly by living in the damp old house which was her home. Her days were full of charming thoughts and dreams of days to come, even simple happenings during each day would make her think and dream. The villagers use to laugh, but not unkindly and called her the little "Dreamlady".
Then one day as Marika sat once more beneath the old oak tree a voice whispered to her and told her to dream a dream of dreams. It said she should fly like a bird and circle the skies and look at the land of her birth, she should dream of a place where she would be a queen and rule over the land she so loved.
Marika started to dream and rose into the sky and flew high above the fields, she flew higher and higher into the clouds and then entered a land called Joy. A land of beauty and of plenty, a land inhabited by people with smiling faces and with laughter in their eyes. She looked at the people who lived in that paradise in the sky, she watched as they walked through the streets of their villages. Villages that were blue and yellow and green, colours she had never seen in a village before, the colours of a rainbow.
Gone were the grey walls and the little poor homes she had known. These were rich and colourful homes where the villagers lived and enjoyed every minute of their day. The air was full of joy and laughter as she walked through the streets. She could see everyone was showing great respect toward her and she felt as though she were someone special. Not as it had been at home where people laughed and made jokes about her, no, here she was someone special. Marika strolled through the streets looking at the houses and at the little church in the centre of the village, not a big church like the one in Nagykapornak but a beautiful little church painted in bright colours and on investigation she saw it was larger inside than it was outside. There were beautiful paintings inside showing different scenes from the Bible. A mighty painting crowning the main wall of the church showed a little girl looking up to the sky and seeing things in the clouds that nobody else could see.
A little girl whose silky blond hair flowed as if to the ground she gazed about her with shining eyes, which seemed to penetrate the heavens. She wandered through the church into the gardens of the village and realised that she had entered heaven. The way she could fly and see all the villages below made her feel like a queen, a heavenly queen, an angel.
Below in the distance Marika could see the old oak tree on the outskirts of the village where she had lived and below the oak there was a little girl with a smile on her face.
A girl she knew so well, a very poor little girl with a torn little dress and with blond hair flowing down to her waist. Her eyes were closed as if she were dreaming of paradise. Next to the girl she could see a group of farmers and listened to what they were saying.
"She looks so sweet and has a smile on her face as though she is dreaming of heaven, why should such a beautiful little girl just pass away like that, what made that happen, how could that be, oh little Dreamlady why oh why did you die? "
Marika smiled and flew over the fields and villages across the countryside and lakes, she flew and flew and saw everything she had always wanted to see and dreamed of, she was now a queen, a heavenly queen, an angel in the sky.
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