Mighty Unicorn

Dreams are where all your subconscious thoughts gathered, then threaded to form a weird story, that is much like watching a movie off a pirated DVD, skipping at most parts, and could not tell which is point A to B. I remember dreaming that I'm dreaming, and how crazy is that? They say that during our sleep, we always dream, of things unresolved, random images, places, etc., and only remember at least few of them or completely none when we woke up. I had my share of weird dreams, like all of you do, I'm sure. 

At least 6 years ago (or so I thought), I've dreamt of wild creatures like monkeys with fish heads, and dogs with feathers like chicken, basically 'real' animals torn apart to form new breeds... monsters, I must say. But there is just one normal looking creature, the Unicorn, all poised and elegant, like she's the Queen of the jungle. All of the 'creatures' were looking at her as if the entire animal kingdom was looking at Simba when baptized, marking the territory with exuberant power. And then as if a movie was done, all came black.... Dream over.  We were given a figurine of it, a year later, that was mounted on the table in our living room as centerpiece, which reminded me of the same dream every time I laid eyes on it. It was less regal, as if it was one-eight blooded. Days went passing by and had to leave my small town to go somewhere big and pursue college. I almost forgot the dream I had of this mighty creature, but every time I went back during vacations, it all starts rolling out the clip of the same scene, not as vivid as the the first time, but distinct enough to know how long is its horn, how dreamy its eyes were. One vacation, I found no sight of it on the table, I wasn't quite sure at the time if my mother's feng shui that made it relocate itself. I asked my mother to save myself from straining my back searching for it, and said it was placed at a box behind the fridge. Shocked as I may, found pieces of the hind legs and a cut tip of the horn. I wasn't very emotional about it, it was just the memory of the omnipotent Unicorn that shook me to the fact that there is a moral value of this dream after all, at least for my own. 

I found the biggest substitute there is for this Unicorn, God. I am not that religious, much more of a spiritual guy. But there is a chill (and guilt) I felt when I've thought about this before (it still gives me, every now and then). I totally went out the jungle of college, not knowing that I'm allowing myself to trail ahead without God by my side. I don't say that I forgot all about Him and throw Him out, believe me. It's just the amount of gratitude I have then when I was young and later when in college. I used to thank Him every day I woke up, and all of it that there is in my life. Like all of the weird creatures, in some days, we wear the smile of a monkey or the pleading eyes of the pussycat. And we should everyday look up to Him, give Him the best version of us, and simply be thankful. It'll be a shame to find your faith broken like a unicorn figurine that's been hiding behind all that lavishness and bountiful fridge of cakes and ice creams. The Unicorn figure still sits in the box, in the dark, but never will it shatter further into pieces anytime soon.