Something Like A Dream- Breaking Down

I saw something today, sparked by lyrics and lights, a dance, each of precise steps. It felt like a fast talking test, an aggressive parley, but one initiated in good faith because it was known, or at least believed, that I would resist this approach that perhaps no one else could, without an aggressive response. Sure enough the many words were soaked, and on a subconscious level I felt the "attack" building. It felt like when the segment ended it was time to assess the damage and I was given the opportunity to make my retort. I rested, seeing no need to respond under the circumstances, a kind of clarity heard clearly in deep halls. My "rival" smiled in a way that indicated this fight was over, it had been won, by both of us. Simultaneously I felt a tremor- gentle and smooth, nearly imperceptible, but perceived in full- one that seemed like it historically ripped reality apart at that juncture, but instead was felt like a ripple on the pond. My body responded enthusiastically; there was no mistaking this response, a signal established previously, representative of "down"- all the places one would greatly prefer not to see directly, the walls to which fell. The signal simply and clearly conveyed "F#@& Yes." 

While I cannot say I understood any of the specifics, the general feel of it was a challenge once thought impossible, since believed that my unique set of intuition and bright eyed and resilient nonsense could overcome it, but it was only once this moment was seen that this juncture was known to be resolved in a beautiful way, and I could feel this unmistakeable shout from within- I cannot recall ever feeling so clearly and strongly something so obfuscated. I had forgotten about this for a while today, but then it returned like a flash when I was falling back into that dreamlike state, and there was no way I was not going to write it. It is brothers freed; it is chains reforged and released where each change is needed; it is a very great reward, a cooperative victory that feels overdue but in its accomplishment the time and toil spent in its establishment washes away like a spring rain. I am not ashamed to say that I wept for joy at the encompassing sense of it, for while still lacking any proof on the surface, for the first time "It is finished." rings true like a bell.