Recently, I had a dream. The details of the dream are not important. What felt important was the fact that I kept waking up from said dream with the image of two pillars in my mind, both embossed with the Roman numeral “II”. Three or four times those two columns kept pulling me up from the depths of dream and onto the shores of wakefulness before I, just as quickly, became submerged anew.
The pillars were not directly linked to the dream I was having, but they kept on insisting on their importance, as if they were saying:
You have forgotten us. You have to remember us.
As soon as I was fully awake, I started wondering about these persistent pillars. I knew that I knew them, but from where?